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