歌词
Slowly turns the key of time
In the lock of promises broken
In mute silence of my space
I crouch under my yearning
Under my yearning
The works of my gods receding now
Evade my grasping hands
Her hair I would long to adorn with glowing stars
Her brow with shining sun
In silver I would trace
The moonshine of her grace
The shining one
Perfection of the skies
I knew and memories of my days
Fade away beyond my reach
And change to lonely nights
Her hair I would long to adorn with glowing stars
Her brow with shining sun
In silver I would trace
The moonshine of her grace
The shining one shining
Her hair I would long to adorn with glowing stars
Her brow with shining sun
In silver I would trace
The moonshine of her grace
The shining one