through the brooding darkness
towards the morning light
that shivers in the breeze
deep into the twilight world
where the dead still wait
took it from my arms and buried in the shades
deep into the twilight world
where the dead still wait
and suddenly before me the black waters stir
it rises. the guardian awakes
cast on the treacherous stones
sheltering my fragile son
deep into the twilight world
where the dead still wait
bring back my dearest one