Empyrium The Blue Mists Of Night
...and many a moon shall rise... ...and lead me into the cold embrace of the night Here we drown in our grief, drown in an absence of light. Here is no shelter; no escape from our heart, Entwined in this tragic embrace I fear and bemourn to depart. When the shadows fall, and the sun sets in us all... Just silent hopes remain & the aching grief that grows into a bottomless vale I fall - O, I give myself away... Away! Far away! To this dim and misty place My heart reflects the night... Languid moonshine I bath my skin in thee O may thy beauty be revealed in me. Silent winds, whisper to me thy songs of solitude and joy...
