The Blue Mists of Night

...and many a moon shall rise...
 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
 O, 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
 
 ...and many a moon shall rise...
 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
 O, 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