: [INSTRUMENTAL]
: When the parallel spiral unravelled Before the firm grasp of my abominable Came my birth in the well of the wretched Novae, braggart of a last jest
: A chill in the air Atmospheric matrix sweeping on bohemian campgrounds When the voices of violoins carry the entranced wanderers in a ring of firelight
an untouched young women An erotic masquerade of soft promises Elegants and charming are we to their eyes With unnerving ease those weak beings we fool
[INSTRUMENTAL]
When the parallel spiral unravelled Before the firm grasp of my abominable Came my birth in the well of the wretched Novae, braggart of a last jest
A chill in the air Atmospheric matrix sweeping on bohemian campgrounds When the voices of violoins carry the entranced wanderers in a ring of firelight
we deliver it with a final parting kiss Oh sweet night we cherish you Let us dance under your glorious black wings Oh sweet night we hear your cries
