..and many a moon shall rise..

The Blue Mists Of Nigh —— Empyrium


..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 and the aching grief that grows
into a bottomless vale I fall
Oh. 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...