Blume - To the Night Lyrics
Shining tired on the wavesThe setting sun;Its beams, red and bright,Gently pierce the sea.Its chariot’s descendingThe clear western sky;Night’s claiming her rightTo rule the world.Her wings open wide,Under which we’ll mourn and pray,Will hide our shame;My dear Guinevere,In dismal grief we’ll findFull redemption.A flock of crows,Approaching noisily,Stubbornly croaksSober words to me:“That yearning heart of yours!You fool! What have you done?Bringer of death,Your soul’s forever lost”.Her wings open wide,Under which we’ll mourn and pray,Will hide our shame;My dear Guinevere,In dismal grief we’ll findFull redemption.Night's wings open wide,Under which we’ll mourn and pray,Will hide our shame;My dear Guinevere,In dismal grief we’ll find