I - LOSING THE SUNSETS 

Cold was the air that the evening wind 
brought, silent and so quiet were the woods 
on the eve of that night. Don't know why I 
stayed there for so long, so long that I could 
hear that voice. The whisper we all avoid. 
Sound from within, the quiet [bad word]  

I felt my blood slowly turning cold, turning cold 
from waiting. Hours I spent there awaiting, 
hoping for someone [bad word]  To silent the voice that 
felt like thunder. 

Evael is the light, the white light. In the chill of my 
world, she is the one. She brings the butterflies, pure light. 
When ever [bad word] by the darkness steps aside. 

But I felt my blood turning cold. Hours I spent there awaiting. 
Watching the light fading. 

WOODS: You’re losing the sunsets, you will never get them back. 
The days you spend in loneliness are seconds in shades of black. 

Winter was cold, but summer is even colder. Nights have been longer, 
they have made me much older. 

WOODS: Youre losing the sunsets, you will never get them back. 
Every night you spend in loneliness are years in shades of black. 

Years pass, but has time stopped on me? 
Morning always arises with vaster pain and then it is sunset again. 

WOODS: We weep the winds for your loneliness, choir of 
broken dreams for the love you had. But now she walks 
forever lost in gray and woe. She’s not forgiven, she’s the one for 
winter to own. Not yours, old man, never again... 

II – PLAGUE OF BUTTERFLIES 

Silent people walking by. They are leaving, again 
someone is leaving. They don’t seem to be well, 
quiet death on their faces. 

Buried a few of them today, the children and the 
old by the road. I could give them shelter, but they 
decide to go.. 

Village is empty, dead, cold, empty – only frozen bodies 
greet my arrival. Tortured by the plague, a ghost town. 

But her face I could not find. I searched for her in the woods 
again and kept a light on my window, for anyone [bad word]  
But when even the trail of dead ended by the road, 
I gave up waiting, hoping. 

In this kingdom of my loneliness, on this throne of my thoughts. 

Maybe I’m the old one, sheltered by these woods. 
And when I lay my body to rest I watch the ballet of shadows. 
Dancing through the flame of a candle. Taking me to sleep.. 

But the night trembled my heart, for black wings moved upon me. 
Hoping for my time [bad word]  I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. 
But like every night before, death did [bad word]  

The wings, they moved and danced. As a butterfly kept dancing, 
dancing around my candle. But why are you here when Evael is lost still? 

The morning came with its cold caress. I curse your light for waking me again. 
The candle burnt down, and the burnt wings beside. Is this a sign of Evael, I arise. 

I opened my window, painted by thick ice, took a deep breath and whispered her name in the air. 

The freezing summer burned my lungs again as I walked through the snow. 
Looked deeper in to the woods, and the trees waved their heads in sorrow. 

III – EVAEL 10:00 

Cold, oh so cold is this air that the night brought. 
Silent, too quiet are the woods in the eve of this night. 
Once again I lit the candle on my window and waited for the sleep.. 

Evael, my dream has been so alive, and this plague has cleansed this world for us. 
So please release me now. 

DREAM: Sink deeper to your loneliness and you will lead her to your grave. She’s lost in gloomy 
light still trying to hold her flame. You’re losing the sunsets and you will never get them back. 
This life you spend in loneliness is forever in shades of black. 
Wake up, old man, and let it go, let it go.. 

Was it a weak sound on my door that woke me up 
or the trees sheltering me from the night? 
I kept my eyes closed but still felt the light, and the room was filled by butterflies.