Lyrics Transsylvania - Ostara

Transsylvania

I see your grave in a field of stars
And my darkness is revealing
A face of masks
A graven heart
Tear it apart
I see your face
In a plaintive light
And my silence is confessing
To buried truth, the cult of youth
Gentile and cruel
If you give yourself
To a life of dreams
You will find that you are reeling
Nightmares will be born
Nightmares have been borne
If you give yourself
To a life complete
You will find that you are dreaming
Nightmares have been borne
Nightmares must be born
And lo, it’s the night of the soul
You keep turning and turning
To the edge of the world
So low, the light of the soul
You keep burning and burning
Until the end of the world
Is this destiny calling again
Mourning again, mourning again?
I see you march in a field of green
Holy land of gloom and sorrow
The song sublime, the death divine
All clash with the times
But here inside
Where all secrets hide
I can see your arches rising
In green decay and ashen grey
Broken away