Eventide In Fire

Desolate

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Empery of darkness
How many gravelands I see
And fire coming amidst a heavenly area
Burning angels
Fear born in heaven
Fear of god grows.


Mysteries of world's creation
Are undressed
And winds of chaos come
To take the humankind
Evil spirits run away
With us
With us


Visions of grief from god's grace
We see only through dark horizons
Blindness in heavenly eyes
The all-beautiful dream of light dies…


Meeting the eventide in fire
Ceaseless like a wind in undressed fields
And the celebration of souls crying chaotic words
This is cry in heaven
Oh, you see the freedom of souls
Then the dance began and sun turned below


The miracle is broken
And our mind is spoken
With the magic of the halls of night
When real light is fire