Night Spirit (part 1)
Lustre
And at dusk the sleeping night shall awaken Stars will lit the sky and speak of days of yore The sense of beauty from me was taken By the frozen lake I now sit and long for nothing no more
And at dusk the sleeping night shall awaken Stars will lit the sky and speak of days of yore The sense of beauty from me was taken By the frozen lake I now sit and long for nothing no more