Twilight flowers wait for their rise
 Building thorns of defence
 In the sunset with it's sovran shine

 Thorns, I hear them grow
 Their might to show
 Proud in their form
 They desire light

 Spiral of mystery
 No heart, no eyes of man can see

 [bad word] to the fields so wide
 Too nice to be mine...

 Thoughts too high for one like me
 Here I meet with thinks new born

 For never were these things
 So like a dream
 My heart is overcharged
 Here it will be left
 I wish to drown in deamscapes like this

 Storm in me me, burn!
 Life in me, strive!