In The Frame Of Wilderness کے بول

The sky dressed in red by midsummer sunset, lake so tranquilfilled with thy scarlet tears Enchantress my queen of nightfall, thy mesmeric gaze will takecommand (in the frame of the wilderness) The dusk descends and sadly entwines the shades, in the palemoonlight, full of whispers Over the forest (creeping) mist brings desires, silhouettes sankby silvery sea The passion reigns as the grey haze caresses thee, the splendourof beauty, mysterious and seductive In the frame of wilderness, so serene, the spell which thou caston me For thee enchantress all the angels weep Nightshades increased by silver tears