I turned the treating into the night,
I slowly closed my eyes,
I felt into a dream that's weak,
Dreaming of my nocturnal queen.

I walk the path of grief and solace,
Through the lands of the everlasting winter,
White landscapes of my dreams,
Holding beautiful silence...

Through the forest of withered grace
Where shadows rise and whispers raise,

The beauty of my heart for into thy arts,
A longing for sacred moon it shows...

Look into my eyes and see
Watch the rose and sea.