Opeth The Twilight Is My Robe
Unto you I whisper The wildest dreams In the coldness of night Shrouded in crystals Through a frosty dusk Souls of the fullmoon awaits Their shadows ablaze We are all bending Our tired leaves over your empty shell In the sign of true esteem Are you beloved lord Sighing deep under these waterfalls? The birds of the sun Seperates these dark clouds While the winds of winter sleeps gently around I am sworn to the oath To breathe... At the waters I dwell The waves are still whispering Ancient lullabies I die... While our mystic brothers still seek Under your command I will obey In my vision You are the embodiment of pure freedom But through my eyes you are made of stone
