The Blue Mists of Night

..and many a moon shall rise..

The Blue Mists Of Nigh —— Empyrium

..and lead me into the cold embrace of the night

Here we drown in our grief, drown in an absence of light.

Here is no shelter; no escape from our heart,

Entwined in this tragic embrace I fear and bemourn to depart.

When the shadows fall and the sun sets in us all...

Just silent hopes remain and the aching grief that grows

into a bottomless vale I fall

Oh. I give myself away...

Away! Far away! To this dim and misty place

My heart reflects the night...

Languid moonshine I bath my skin in thee

O may thy beauty be revealed in me.

Silent winds, whisper to me

thy songs of solitude and joy...