Hushed voices of the wind
Caressing the mountians' skin
Jewels that exsist only in your eyes
A touch that cannot be described
Tonight, high above the stars
We set free a power unbeknown
A release so pure and free
Under the dark, torn blanket sky
Cradled in mist dancing to spring
Candles lit for us in the Heavens
Wolves chanting night rites
As condensation beads and slides
Untouched by the hand of Frost
Unseen by thy twisted God's eye
Warmth created, keeping coldness at bay
Not an inch of us is dry
Bathed in moonlight and bitter water
Totally shrouded in surreal dreams
And drenched in liquidified love
Til Dawn awakes to see our sin
Our skin will crawl with lust
Why must the night end, be so short?
...Then Dawn awakes to our symphony screams...
Caressing the mountians' skin
Jewels that exsist only in your eyes
A touch that cannot be described
Tonight, high above the stars
We set free a power unbeknown
A release so pure and free
Under the dark, torn blanket sky
Cradled in mist dancing to spring
Candles lit for us in the Heavens
Wolves chanting night rites
As condensation beads and slides
Untouched by the hand of Frost
Unseen by thy twisted God's eye
Warmth created, keeping coldness at bay
Not an inch of us is dry
Bathed in moonlight and bitter water
Totally shrouded in surreal dreams
And drenched in liquidified love
Til Dawn awakes to see our sin
Our skin will crawl with lust
Why must the night end, be so short?
...Then Dawn awakes to our symphony screams...