Nightfall By The Shore Of Time

A shimmer trace of divinity lost
In the beckoning midnight vault
(We are) lulled within the wake
Of a cold November's nightfall.

Nightfall...

A communion of life and eternity
Of Races scattered in the depths
Of the universal dark.

Above us minds went sailing free
And blossomed in the vast nocturnal sea.

Paragon of beauty
Oh, spark of Creation
We march to the rhythm of the Night.

Starborn flew the Dove of Man
In the eventide of life
Whose wonders crowned
Our yesterdays with light.

Fire - Earth - Water - Wind.

We lived beneath the waning moon of truth
And danced in hunger for the Powermind
(of Youth)

Like the dark to a dying Flame
Sweepingly embracing its grieving remains
Defiantly blazing the black that awaits
Counting the days 'til the new Age awaits.

Times' lustful cyclones arise
Piercing the fairest of Skies
In elysian awakening of spiritual glory
We see what our history belies.

Meadows of Asphodel
Burning in the hunted dawn
Tragedies die among fiery flames
As the firewood of Wisdom is sawn.

Our Guardians were blind
My lightbringer ephemeral.

Within the heart of all
A cold and dusky melancholy night
As ever sullied the fair face of light.

Whose seeds of life they grind
To dust, of vapour is our mind
...evermore.

Paragon of beauty
Oh, spark of Creation
We march to the rhythm of the Night.

Nightfall by the shore of time
A tidal wave of fire and woe
Swept away with the last of life
The core of the enigma as bestowed.

Our crystal spirits melt to flow
The mountainside along
To join as one with seas of old
In symbiotic songs.

"Communion... Within the Oversoul
Of the Universe"

We are but fragment of Eternity
Pale shadows of what we'll once be.

In life's outer regions I will find
The foremost Tranquility
Chanting the odes of Magonia
A soulstream in flight to the Otherworld.

...to the Otherworld.