Chant De La Lune - Himinbjorg

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

Some tears flow out along the face of a child. Explosion, black out, some terrifying cries. A hat covers the body of a child. Angry, hate, everything becomes bl