Sigma Draconis Nightspell under a Funeral Storm Lyrics

A dangerous Silence at that hour, A Peace leaving room to a Whispering Soul, To open, itself at all, withouth the Power of a full Self Control, Ohh, the Thrilling hate finds place in the violet Sky, As nightspell turns divine and aesthetic, what is secret, passionate and forbidden! Silver light that glorifies trees and flowers, Shedding Beauty and Deep Tenderness over all, To Discover the Bewitched Spell, A lovely Torment that's Rest not at all, Ohh, the Thrilling hate finds place in the violet Sky, As nightspell turns divine and aesthetic, what is secret, passionate and forbidden! Hear the Winds, screaming and hissing, The hollow Rumble that bring with them, Might has got many Voices, And if the Storm rouses, She can fly with Dreadful Joy, And echo when she hits the Mountains, To crush down into the Woods.