In Times Of Sculptured Shadows

On the mountains shadows lay heavy
On it’s walls symbols of frost
A voice of knowledge filled the sky
Tales of gateways so dark (gateways so dark)

The moon reigns this land once bright
The veil of goodness is broken
Unnamed empires of silver light
Beneath a welcoming winter night

Reflections of a sweeping wind
Throwing shades on this crystal creation
A hymn to the stillness of night
I wish this world were thine

Oh, how sad a grieving heart
A sorrowing shadow stood
Weeping yielded spirit
Enraptured by compassion

Now the myth of eternal light has vanished
With the last rays of the sun
Embraced were the shadows growing still
By the mist of our heart, not tempted by light

Reflections of a sweeping wind
Throwing shades on this crystal creation
A hymn to the stillness of night
I wish this world were thine