[Music by Noctis Invocat, Lyrics by Angel Protervus]

"La Oscuridad no hubiera brotado jams,
Si el velo del da que nos oculta las estrellas,
No hubiera sido abierto por las manos de la noche".

The starlights in the nocturnal loneliness
Hear thee final confessions,
And watch thee dreams go far away,
As the winds whispers intoning with hate:

A strange and silently hymn,
Wrapening on thy sign,
The most hidden desires.

Carrying thee own feelings,
To garden with black roses
As the darkness, with big trees
With thy leafs showed to sky,
Summoning with anxiety
The last night of full moon.