Slowly turns the key of time

In the lock of promises broken

In mute silence of my space
I crouch under my yearning

Under my yearning

The works of my gods receding now
Evade my grasping hands

Her hair I would long to adorn with glowing stars
Her brow with shining sun

In silver I would trace

The moonshine of her grace

The shining one

Perfection of the skies

I knew and memories of my days
Fade away beyond my reach
And change to lonely nights

Her hair I would long to adorn with glowing stars
Her brow with shining sun
In silver I would trace
The moonshine of her grace

The shining one shining

Her hair I would long to adorn with glowing stars
Her brow with shining sun

In silver I would trace

The moonshine of her grace

The shining one