I've seen the moonlight trapped inside
your eyes that closed in peace
frightened by the touch of an awful sight
that freezed theyr dreams of bliss
A touch of a king that wears his sword
with the pride of a wolf that killed
the sheep guarded close by a thousand dogs
and chained to its sheppard's whim
A windblow to stun all the trees at once
that the nature shall call 'the might'
to shut down forever the morning sun
and come forth with the age of bright
Of a poor sight of eyes that cannot bleed
and dried off they cannot weep
the age that our fathers had sang in time
in theyr dreams of pain and grief
Mother of ice
descend from the night
descent from the north
of goddess come forth
indistinguish light
all scattered aside
irreverent scream
the white, pure sublime
I've seen the moonlight trapped inside
your eyes that closed in peace
frightened by the touch of an awful sight
that freezed theyr dreams of bliss
A touch of a king that wears his sword
with the pride of a wolf that killed
the sheep guarded close by a thousand dogs
and chained to its sheppard's whim
A windblow to stun all the trees at once
that the nature shall call 'the might'
to shut down forever the morning sun
and come forth with the age of bright
Of a poor sight of eyes that cannot bleed
and dried off they cannot weep
the age that our fathers had sang in time
in theyr dreams of pain and grief
Indistinguish light
all scattered aside
irreverent scream
the white, pure sublime