Penumbra

Priestess Of My Dreams
Oh, priestess of my dreams,
when under the April moon you appeared
Stealing my soul and my thoughts,
I could have loved to taste your lips
Oh, priestess of my dreams
Ho, this dark mysterious voice
is coming out of the night to me
My soul's trembling from flurry
and desire attempting to find happiness
I felt this mighty love which
from the earth up to the sky
Was breaking the chains of the unhappys,