world Till one day there came a sign In the form of a Dragonfly on Bay Street Buzzing round from tower to tower At the twilight of the working hour
fell in love with a swan Her eyes were filled with feathers He filled her with song In the reedy river In the reedy river She in her boat, long hours
what they've seen Twilight time in the city And the shutters are down That's when the singles are lost in their doubles The happy hour comes round
Coming HOOOHOOOME! You're chasing twilight and you know You will be on your own On your OOOOHOOOOWN! The misery's shown I'll be alone in this hour
home Coming home You chase in twilight And you know You will be on your own On your own The misery shown I'll be alone in this hour I face the unknown
have gone I don't know I went ahead on anyway Night time wore to dawn I found my free will had gone away from me Behind the masks that pass for faces Hours
(Blissmaster's Ball in the Hall of Twilight) opus 36, Bb-minor And the visionary paints black on black grey on grey it's sad farewell and chronos won
The sinners masquerade An asylum for the weak A feast for the wolf Our faces lost in the deep Empty space our souls to keep The hour of twilight As silent
blackness, Flat out on your back Reveals the answer, the time to attack Hours of darkness Turn on the night Awaken ebony Begin twilight Hours of darkness
punch out like gunshots fired I'm at the door and race the clock for light Chasing down what's keeping me awake at night Clean up then go out for a while Twilight
fell in love with a swan. My eyes were filled with feathers, He filled me with song, In the reedy river, In the reedy river. I in my boat long hours
well as see how peace can hover Time's been here to fix what's broken with its power and the love that Smashed us both to bits spent its last few hours
old days The dark child and a fair Was it down the paths of firelight Dreams in winter cold and white, Or in the blue-spun twilight, twilight hours The
there lies a long shadow, westward reaching wings of darkness. The tower trembles, to the tombs of kings doom aproaches. The dead awaken, for the hour
lies the long shadow. Westward reaching wings of darkness; The Tower trembles to the tombs of kings The doom approaches the Dead awaken; For the hour
't love you I rise above and I say "Fuck You Bitch" I don't know how I find the power To face all these fucking cowards All I really wanna do is disembowel one every hour
fire I just can't think of England I can't see the picture I'm still running from the fire, the fire, the fire In the twilight hours of nervous rest
.Ohh mistress of emotions night in twilight rays of grey in your embrace alone I find endurance the fragile hours set between the sundown and the dawn