اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
I turned the treating into the night
I slowly closed my eyes
I felt into a dream that's weak
Dreaming of my nocturnal queen
I walk the path of grief and solace
Through the lands of the everlasting winter
White landscapes of my dreams
Holding beautiful silence
Through the forest of withered grace
Where shadows rise and whispers raise
The beauty of my heart for into thy arts
A longing for sacred moon it shows
Look into my eyes and see
Watch the rose and sea
