The Twilight of the Gods

[winterstarlight]

Burnt out, can't speak
Music speaks for me
The endless tears of the notes
fall upon my heart

In ruin, and wretched
I grieve of my heavenly throne
in the Kingdom
Mercy upon the poor
and all those who sing praise
of the Lord's prince

O muse, sing the requiem for me
for my beautiful homeland

Where the cherubs sing
And the serpents sings the prophecy
The wolves howled
I closed my eyes
and dream
of the Twilight of the Gods