Under the raven black sky   she revel with the wolves of night   following the moonshadow   embracing the winter frost.   Six stars in northern sky   gathers with the wind and light   set the fire behind the mist   wings before the darkest death.      The beauty of eternal dark   lurking in the shadows of trees   forever burning wisdom is free   cast the stars beyond this dream.   Every weakness of her sight   as confused as day and night   she's passing the light of mountain so bright   with these feelings sun will die.      Night, the garden of divine   stands alone in twilight   like roses of breeze they die.      As darkness falls inside the halls   walls of reality will be torn   down under and up again   lady winter leaves her mark.   Burning in the astral winds   under the cold silvery moon   upon the clouds of black, deep sky   cast the stars beyond the night.      Night, the garden of divine   stands slone in twilight   like roses of breeze they die.