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Burning threads of light fall down to the earth

A blue tear, a red fear, a black soul have to go for evermore

Frozen wastelands line my glowing path from nowhere to nowhere,

from the cold to a vacancy

I have to dig for my love, for Lucienne eternally,

but the spade finds no way through the grounds of ancient ice

So a tear fills my eye, rises up to the sky,

guides my view to the moon,

and I hear the immortal tune...

... of lunar winds

I recall the old bard,

his eyes, black and hard;

but his tunes were so sweet,

dealt with forgotten deeds,

and I´ll never forget

the last time we met,

when he taught me to sing

the tune of the lunar winds:

"I dance round for round,

up to the mounts,

up to the skies,

into the night,

out of the flames,

of hazy veils,

on broomsticks I ride

into the light!"

Again the sun has sunk in grief,

again the roses mourn,

again the moon is standing high,

again I feel this scorn!

Raven, raven, guide me!

Raven, through the nights!

Make my wings spread and fly with me

to a land of honour and pride...

...with lunar winds!