Midnight daggers call my name
Specters dance beneath the moon's ashen flame
Strange and tame, cold and the same
Leaves fall broken, mournings flow
Past the tall trees where movements harshly slow
Burn won't glow, night won't go
Winds will cry
Through the hollow woods where spirits quietly lie
Gloom lifts, where silhouettes faintly blend
Hope briskly fades, stars cruelly start to shade
Sol sfocato che sta
Fate bends to end, as stars extend their send
Sogno perso nel la
Glimmer soft moonlit veil
In the cover of the frozen dark
Ethereal voices hum
Shimmering phantoms sway beneath the glum
Go or come, cold yet numb
Celestial echoes murmur
From the ancient trees where secrets recur
Prophets slur, wishes stir
Storms will roar
Through the quiet hills where echoes endlessly soar
Pain floods, where sable shroud the shore
Storms will moan
Through the barren hills where spirits silently groan
Pain floods, where stillness wraps the shore
