Cloaked By The Moonshine Mist
A lonesome wind entered the pits of my dreams
Swept my thirst into shades of gleams
It spread a rain of ethereal tunes
Colored my pictures so freezing cold
By the shelter of the night
The pale silver eye returned
In the distance of the Nordic light
The inverted horizon burned
A woven bridge between the sunken lands was forged
Twisted my longing into caskets of time
It opened the eternity of a cosmical maze
Colored my pictures so dusty and old
Beside the vast snowy woodland
Beside the enormous hillsides of frost
Below the magnificent star sky black
I am cloaked by the moonshine mist
In nocturnal midwinter hours
In blood red darkness gone
The call, I heard
The vision, I saw
The scent, I knew
The oath, I swore