Slowly turns the key of time in the lock of promises broken In mute silence of my space I crouch under my yearning Under my yearning The works of my gods receding now Evade my grasping hands Her hair I would long to adorn with glowing stars Her brow with shining sun! In silver I would trace the moon shine of her grace The shining one! Perfection of the skies I knew And memories of my deeds fade away beyond my reach And change to lonely nights Her hair I would long to adorn with glowing stars Her brow with shining sun! In silver I would trace the moon shine of her grace The shining one! The shining one! Her hair I would long to adorn with glowing stars Her brow with shining sun! In silver I would trace the moon shine of her grace The shining one!