[Music & Lyrics: Vintersorg]
Ardent starshine upon my face,
The monumental nightsky reveal it's torches.
Unaltered for aeons, yet zestful they're flaming
Like ornamental diamonds.
In my telescopes focus, a striding light
Conjure me fixedly.
Oh, what a colourful drama,
What a theatrical performance.
These myriads of stars
Enchants me with their oddity.
At cosmos entrance hall,
Where time and space units in a charade.
Under crimson flares I watch
The tempest of the universe.
In dark artistry,
I lionize the splendorous glare.
An unearthly voice of euphony
Express itself in an ancient tongue.
Its elocution is based on silence,
So it pulsates through the five senses.
It's like a poem of wisdom and wizardry
Navigating through the world.
A legacy from nebulas,
An endless mystic conversation.
These myriads of stars
Enchants me with their oddity.
At cosmos entrance hall,
Where time and space units in a charade.
Under crimson flares I watch
The tempest of the universe.
In dark artistry,
I lionize the splendorous glare.
Now clouds gather at a distant skyline
To cover the firmament.
Rays are fading in a metamorphosis
Of the blazing weave above.
These myriads of stars
Enchants me with their oddity.
At cosmos entrance hall,
Where time and space units in a charade.
Under crimson flares I watch
The tempest of the universe.
In dark artistry,
I lionize the splendorous glare.
26 years have past since it first
Called my name.
And when I'm dead, this piece of
Jewellery will still remain.
