When the golden dusk covers me
And the beams play with the trees
Memories so come to my heart
Because the guardian of the dreams departs
Who stole my illusions?
Who stole my hopes?
Why did the light off
Unseen I grope?
Where will I find the force
'To untie the past's rope' ---((not coherrant enough))
in my soul?
Within the black night of the age
getting my sadness turn to rage
So feeling will be free again
the dreams will break the chains
flying to the eternity
Sometimes in dreams I see her eyes
Watching me like wells of lies
Those in the cold cloak of the night
Were my sole flame , of whom I was acolyze
Where are the guardians of their dreams, Return to me
Tell me the answers that my mind will live again