Lustre - Part 1

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. Открыть страницу с текстом

Cold winds sung throughout the greatest woods that night.
As a thousand trees danced, into an endless flow I was drawn.
But still I stayed far out of sight.
Unaware of my presence, they kept me there till dawn. Открыть страницу с текстом