When The Angels Of Twilight Dance

[part I: the sleepers beneath (the prophecy)]

As clouds descend from evening skies

And the day entwines with night

The wind whispers a lullaby

Once forgotten in time

The song of this timeless wind

Was once buried deep

But now it has risen from beneath

From where twilight's angels sleep

The abominations of evenfall

Lie awaiting the sign;

A prophetic son, yet not born,

In the womb awaiting his time

The child he shall be born tonight,

Unaware of his might divine

For he may be a guide to light

Or call the beasts beyond night

It is said that if the child's alive

There will be no night

No disease shall steal a life

And grief turns to delight

It is said that if the child's alive,

There will be no nightmares

The horrors of the evenfall

Shall burn away like flares

But if the child is dead,

Never there will be a dawn

The twilight's angels shall arise

By the stillborn one's call

If twilight's angels will be released,

It will be the end of all

The pain, the plague, the death unleashed

From heavens they fall

[part II: the birth]

A silent await for the child to born,

The time is at hand

A woman gives birth to son

While mist veils the land

An eerie whisper, almost like a ghost,

Roars upon her bed

She gave a birth to son..

Yet the child is dead.

[part III: the abomination unveiled]

Winds gather to unite deep within the woods

The twilight's angels arise hungering for souls

The mist is swept by the risen storm,

And clouds above turn red;

The spell is cast from the land forlorn

Where abominations slept

The twilight's angels depart

Under the bleeding skies

Dancing to eternities, praising the endless night

The storm screams a serenade,

As the twilight's angels dance

All life is swept by the raging plague,

And waters turn to sand

[part IV: the dance of twilight's angels]

And the angels of twilight danced...