Though sky he was, not blue or white   And wherever the winds were breezing   Clouds of black were falling down   And rain that was freezing      When the lightning struck   The moonlight was plain and pale   And blinking sky still silent as death   Staring from the above      We felt the ghostly face of night   And the damp covering its might   Sitting on the rock beyond the life   We stared again at the sky      Then the lightning struck the tree   Standing fearless on the hill   It was whispered to us to come by it   And feel the powers of nature so free      And now the nightingale was singing   Heard by two adventurers smiling   Under the moon that was now full   And mother nature in its infinity      Still the betrothed are sitting beyond the life   And wondering the glory and the adore of night   And the eternity continues as the freedom   Calls us to Dance in the Twilight...