Take me in the temple of the evening sun   Coming from there where's no life's remained   Only the glow reflecting in the eyes of phrentics   By the name of LEGION      In the imperishable area of heaths, woods and lakes   They've been cradled by   Is so perfect for magic marvelous dance   There is no place to be... And   Moonlight chaplet have faded out   No sound of their speech meets an ear      ... And the rapture that I've been filled with hath turned into the   brilliant dew   To wash the blood off my face   When I came back   The dawn was so silver and so golden is the dusk upon the meadows   Splashed with poppies   Where I've lost myself looking for tomorrow...      One day like countless times in sleep   I'll come to the wall   That hides the abyss beyond...   To overcome it on the black wings my hands turn into   I'm the one who was gifted by his   Sable Majesty      And the spirit transfigures...      By the grace of your black astral world I have been bewitched   And now on my bended knees I am praying   "For Thine is the Kingdom"...      ...I know they've died and turned into the Black Swans   To dance on the forest lake in silver mist and sorrowful grace...