| When the veil of night covers
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| The whitest orchids of the night
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| I feel the darkest velvet in my arms
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| I follow the calling tune
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| The strains of the darkest night
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| And enjoy the silent song of a nightingale
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| I raise the silver goblet full of the nightly dew
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| And feel the sweetest taste of the darkest tears
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| The Dark wind of time is blowing…
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| Years are passing by…
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| But the sounds of night remain the same…
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| I see valkyrias dancing
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| With rays of the crescent’s light
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| Their dance is so enchanting… so wild
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| They come to share the last dance with me
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| Accompanied by the nocturnal strains
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| How could I live, if night faded away?
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| I would lose my shield and the place to hide…
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| It would be the end of my way
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| From the first dusk till the last dawn…
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| The Dark wind of time is blowing…
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| Years are passing by…
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| But the sounds of the night remain the same…
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| I see valkyrias dancing
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| With rays of the crescent’s light
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| Their dance is so enchanting… so wild
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| They come to share the last dance with me
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| Accompanied by the nocturnal strains |