Under the raven black sky she revel with the wolves of night following the moonshadow embracing the winter frost. Six stars in northern sky gathers with the wind and light set the fire behind the mist wings before the darkest d**h. The beauty of eternal dark lurking in the shadows of trees forever burning wisdom is free cast the stars beyond this dream. Every weakness of her sight as confused as day and night she's pa**ing the light of mountain so bright with these feelings sun will die. Night, the garden of divine stands alone in twilight like roses of breeze they die. As darkness falls inside the halls walls of reality will be torn down under and up again lady winter leaves her mark. Burning in the astral winds under the cold silvery moon upon the clouds of black, deep sky cast the stars beyond the night. Night, the garden of divine stands slone in twilight like roses of breeze they die.