Paroles de Encanto Nocturno

Voices of the darkness, the singing of the owls The terrifying sound of condemed souls Branches become agitated if the winds pass And the thunder tell the millenial stories The night is a dance that becomes melodious That's why is it called nocturnal enchantment Ivory eye with its costume made of frost Watch your path without knowing your lead Sand watches mark its minutes The dance initiates, nocturnal enchantment Light of the stars, the great curtain opens The owls' enchantment, the performance starts.