Silentium

In the Misty Summer night
On the Brightness of It's Breeze
I Saw a Maiden Fair, White
Heard Song Among Her Weeps
Was Not From Tribe of Mine
Couldn't Understand Her Words
Her Eyes, Like Flames They Shined
The Curse Was Cast on Me
The Song Was Full of Longing
From Her Love She Was Apart
My Tears Started Falling
Understood Her with My Heart
In the Verses of Her Longing
The Spells Were Cast on Me
On the Marshlands I Was Drowning
By the Singing of a Tree
Wanted to Dry Her Tears