Twilight flowers wait for their rise
Building thorns of defence
In the sunset with it's sovran shine
Thorns, I hear them grow
Their might to show
Proud in their form
They desire light
Spiral of mystery
No heart, no eyes of man can see
Welcome to the fields so wide
Too nice to be mine…
Thoughts too high for one like me
Here I meet with thinks new born
For never were these things
So like a dream
My heart is overcharged
Here it will be left
I wish to drown in dreamscapes like this…
Storm in me me, burn!
Life in me, strive!
Welcome to the fields so wide
Too nice to be mine…