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In deepest Night, when Sleep does flee

and utter Dark does draw its Weave,

it chokes my Breath, crams the Heart in my Breast;

Squats on my Body like a hot Succubus !

When in burning Pain I roll and turn

and fearless I know my last Hour came . . . The Nightwind blows . . .

The Candles cease, I let the Nightwind in,

let its cold Breeze cool my heated Skin;

My tortured Soul lies embraced in its Arms . . .

Carry me to foreign Lands ! Show me the Unseen !

On Paths untread – A secret to all save you and the Stars.

And may Death be the End, I beseech not to remain when the Nightwind blows . . .

Then I let the Nightwind carry me away,

my crippled Soul on your Wings so black !

Gliding onto you, I murmur through Shades,

whispering gently my Thoughts desperate . . .

Learn the Wisdom of Darkness, perceive the Secrets of the Night;

Places hidden and Ages lost I roam where only Nightwinds rule . . .

Like Sand o’er empty Graves I drift

onwards through endless Night and Mist;

To Temples of Gods long forgotten I fly,

mystical places that demand human Blood . . .

(And) Where once Maidens were screaming in Vain,

now Monuments are crumbled to Dust that upon the Nightwind floats . . .

Along the Weaves through the Void of a Dream

I drift towards Death – or so does it seem . . .

I wander Caves lit by fierce Dragonfire,

the Bond to Life grows diffuse and lighter . . .

I smell colours ! I see Emotion, I’m but so alive !

Never I wish to wake nor return from the Realm where only the Nightwind rules . . .