In The Frame Of Wilderness
The sky dressed in red by midsummer sunset, lake so tranquilfilled with thy scarlet tears
Enchantress my queen of nightfall, thy mesmeric gaze will takecommand
(in the frame of the wilderness)
The dusk descends and sadly entwines the shades, in the palemoonlight, full of whispers
Over the forest (creeping) mist brings desires, silhouettes sankby silvery sea
The passion reigns as the grey haze caresses thee, the splendourof beauty, mysterious and seductive
In the frame of wilderness, so serene, the spell which thou caston me
For thee enchantress all the angels weep
Nightshades increased by silver tears
