Twilight's Embrace - Angellore

The shining sky starts to unshape

The gliding rays of sunlight are bleeding farewell

The pines are moaning as my heart melts

A gentle wind makes the flowers shiver and shake

The sanguine gleams exalt our sorrow

Last hopes are buried ëtill tomorrow

I remember those lonely walks

Along the moors and the vineyards

Desolate, bleak orchards

Natureís demise in vivid beauty

Darkness is coming something dies inside

Weíre all grief-stricken by this scenery of night