Oh, setting Sun,
Thy red rays maketh me cry.
They remind me of the one
Whose love awaits me in the sky.
A bridal bed awaits us both
After the landscape of death I cross.
Before my sorrows I must die,
Nightwish I send through the starlit sky.
The voice of nightly winds has awakened me,
Amidst all the grief they embrace me with relief.
Beneath my dreams and wishes
I long for thy caresses.
A bridal bed awaits us both
After the landscape of death I cross.
Before my sorrows I must die,
Nightwish I send through the starlit sky.
Passed away in silence
The flute from the realm unseen