Interpret:

Darkseed

Album:

Romantic Tales

...and after a many summer dies the swan 
It withers slowly in thine arms 
All night long amorous anthems sung 
It's tears on your cheek, history of the fan 


Sweet is the breath of night 
with charm of earliest birds 
Close over us, the silver star, thy guide 
Dying embers, our only light 
(scorching away mortality 
Till the moon rising in clouded majesty) 


But see the many-coloured prime retired to rest 
Thy long tongued blood demands supplies 
Honour and beauty are but dreams 
Big alike with wound and dart 


Like fiery dews that melt 
the swan's soul into the boughs does glide 
Flaming swords forbidden 
They banish me from you 
Remembrance of a bitter loss 


Ruined love, when it's built anew 
grows fairer, more strong, far greater 
While glory crowns so many hatreds crest 
Waking, thou wert in thy nakedness 
...and after a many summer dies the swan