Verily the dusk will approach
The one which revels with a shapeless scythe
Oft the waves of truth will lead me to bind
The hands of faith under the cloak of unrest
To sleep beneath elemental slumber
A gleam of surrender will unfurl
Nearing nocturnal isolation
Chants of winds and of silent streams
Dissolve the unending meridian
Climes and steppes coalesce
As the sentinel abides
Towards the crepuscular dawn
Begotten from his mind
The moon; and from his eye
The sun had birth
Wearily observing the lunation
Inviolably casting allegiance
To sidereal projections
Rest shall not overtake
The pilgrimage to the unholy grave
Towards the crepuscular dawn
Return the source, the veil of night
Implore the return of the old gods
Full moon dawn, the womb of night
Mounds, languid, converge with the ether
Transfigured branches hang
Testimony to ones which stood
And cast over the air
Peace rests nevermore
Self-abandonment is involuntary
To relinquish a human sense
To permeate into infinite earth
Contemplating the frozen veins
Of rejuvenation
Under the ruminant oaks
Where sages once lay
To claim their renaissance
Boundless river shine
One last surge before the dawn
Tides ever flowing
Under the incandescence of the sun
Return the source, the veil of night
Implore the return of the old gods
Full moon dawn, the womb of night
Return to the source
The veil of night
Embrace the full moon dawn
Verily the dawn shall awaken us
Engulfing, rapturous nocturnal isolation
Open the unending meridian
Separated by this frozen hour
As the sentinel abates
Under the full moon dawn
I shall be free
Under the full moon I stand
Beneath the empress of man
The one which revels with a shapeless scythe
Oft the waves of truth will lead me to bind
The hands of faith under the cloak of unrest
To sleep beneath elemental slumber
A gleam of surrender will unfurl
Nearing nocturnal isolation
Chants of winds and of silent streams
Dissolve the unending meridian
Climes and steppes coalesce
As the sentinel abides
Towards the crepuscular dawn
Begotten from his mind
The moon; and from his eye
The sun had birth
Wearily observing the lunation
Inviolably casting allegiance
To sidereal projections
Rest shall not overtake
The pilgrimage to the unholy grave
Towards the crepuscular dawn
Return the source, the veil of night
Implore the return of the old gods
Full moon dawn, the womb of night
Mounds, languid, converge with the ether
Transfigured branches hang
Testimony to ones which stood
And cast over the air
Peace rests nevermore
Self-abandonment is involuntary
To relinquish a human sense
To permeate into infinite earth
Contemplating the frozen veins
Of rejuvenation
Under the ruminant oaks
Where sages once lay
To claim their renaissance
Boundless river shine
One last surge before the dawn
Tides ever flowing
Under the incandescence of the sun
Return the source, the veil of night
Implore the return of the old gods
Full moon dawn, the womb of night
Return to the source
The veil of night
Embrace the full moon dawn
Verily the dawn shall awaken us
Engulfing, rapturous nocturnal isolation
Open the unending meridian
Separated by this frozen hour
As the sentinel abates
Under the full moon dawn
I shall be free
Under the full moon I stand
Beneath the empress of man