A shimmertrace of divinity lost
   in the beckoning midnight vault
   (We are) lulled within the wake
   of a cold November's nightfall
   Nightfall...
   A communion of life and eternity,
   of Races scattered in the depths
   of the universal dark
   Above us minds went sailing free
   and blossomed in the vast nocturnal sea
   Paragon of beauty,
   Oh, spark of Creation;
   We march to the rhythm of the Night
   Starborn flew the Dove of Man
   in the eventide of life,
   whose wonders crowned
   our yesterdays with light
   Fire - Earth - Water - Wind
   We lived beneath the waning moon of truth
   And danced in hunger for the Powermind
   (of Youth)
   Like the dark to a dying Flame;
   Sweepingly embracing its grieving remains
   Defiantly blazing the black that awaits
   Counting the days 'til the new Age awaits
   Times' lustful cyclones arise,
   Piercing the fairest of Skies
   In elysian awakening of spiritual glory
   we see what our history belies
   Meadows of Asphodel
   Burning in the hunted dawn
   Tragedies die among fiery flames
   as the firewood of Wisdom is sawn
   Our Guardians were blind
   My lightbringer ephemeral
   Within the heart of all;
   A cold and dusky melancholy night,
   as ever sullied the fair face of light
   Whose seeds of life they grind
   To dust, of vapour is our mind
   ...evermore
   Paragon of beauty,
   Oh, spark of Creation;
   We march to the rhythm of the Night
   Nightfall by the shore of time,
   a tidal wave of fire and woe
   Swept away with the last of life
   the core of the enigma as bestowed
   Our crystal spirits melt to flow
   the mountainside along
   To join as one with seas of old
   in symbiotic songs:
   "Communion... Within the Oversoul
   of the Universe"
   We are but fragment of Eternity,
   pale shadows of what we'll once be
   In life's outer regions I will find
   the foremost Tranquility
   Chanting the odes of Magonia
   A soulstream in flight to the Otherworld
   ...to the Otherworld