The Elves - Himinbjorg

I am a shore, haunted by the waves of the devil. To be drawn in a dream, And saved by a nightmare. They come and go, just take and give. To be drawn in a dream,

Dakaltra, mistress of one's dark desires, I acknowledged and knelt at your feet. My funeral bride, your silver, icy eyes Remind me of Lilith. I gazed into your

My life opens out Into a deep and glowing silence. I break through the wraths of light, One after the other, forever faster. Now the silence wraps me in its mat