Nightfall by the Shore of Time

A shimmer trace 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 Nigh
Star born 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 power mind
(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 sewn
Our Guardians were blind
My light bringer 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 vapor 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 over soul
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 soul stream in flight to the Otherworld
To the Otherworld