Under the raven black sky

she revel with the wolves of night

following the moonshadow

embracing the winter frost.

Six stars in northern sky

gathers with the wind and light

set the fire behind the mist

wings before the darkest death.



The beauty of eternal dark

lurking in the shadows of trees

forever burning wisdom is free

cast the stars beyond this dream.

Every weakness of her sight

as confused as day and night

she's passing the light of mountain so bright

with these feelings sun will die.



Night, the garden of divine

stands alone in twilight

like roses of breeze they die.



As darkness falls inside the halls

walls of reality will be torn

down under and up again

lady winter leaves her mark.

Burning in the astral winds

under the cold silvery moon

upon the clouds of black, deep sky

cast the stars beyond the night.



Night, the garden of divine

stands slone in twilight

like roses of breeze they die.