Night Mislead – Darkseed

How silently, how pale Your face
What may it be, that even in this place
that busy archer his arrows tries?

Leave me, oh love, which reaches but to dust
And You, my mind, aspire to higher things
Grow rich in that which never takes rust
What ever fades but fading pleasure brings

Verbreitte die Stahlen, gib’mir Deine Macht,
die die Wolken besiegt und das Licht mir bewegt
durch den Fruhling des goldnen belebenden Blickes
Ich suche den Weg in der Dammerung schwer

And let the day be time enough to mourn

Lyric Night Mislead – Darkseed