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Take me in the temple of the evening sun 
Coming from there where's no life's remained 
Only the glow reflecting in the eyes of phrentics 
By the name of LEGION 

In the imperishable area of heaths, woods and lakes 
They've been cradled by 
Is so perfect for magic marvelous dance 
There is no place to be... And 
Moonlight chaplet have faded out 
No sound of their speech meets an ear 

... And the rapture that I've been filled with hath turned into the 
Brilliant dew 
To wash the blood off my face 
When I came back 
The dawn was so silver and so golden is the dusk upon the meadows 
Splashed with poppies 
Where I've lost myself looking for tomorrow... 

One day like countless times in sleep 
I'll come to the wall 
That hides the abyss beyond... 
To overcome it on the black wings my hands turn into 
I'm the one who was gifted by his 
Sable Majesty 

And the spirit transfigures... 

By the grace of your black astral world I have been bewitched 
And now on my bended knees I am praying 
"For Thine is the Kingdom"... 

...I know they've died and turned into the Black Swans 
To dance on the forest lake in silver mist and sorrowful grace...