Silver Bride - Live at Huvila

From the misty dreams of the night time
I saw the clarity of my days
From the gates of longing
I looked for the familiar love
The dead of night wild slayer
Brought no pleasure to me
No saints of loneliness
The foreign free

The queen of gold and may
As silver bright appears
From the northern side of night
From the winter cold
Responding at my yell
No bidding hand of felt
I brought no signs to silver wind
No wand from gold

Within my heart the flame of desires
Awoke the power of my will
To keep the silver shade
And golden queen for me
I made our bed under the stars
In the colours of plenty basked in ice
He stole the apple of golden curves
And kissed the cliff of silver

The queen of gold and may
As silver bright appears
From the northern side of night
From the winter cold
Responding at my yell
No bidding hand of felt
I brought no signs to silver wind
No wand from gold

The queen of gold
The queen of gold
The queen of gold
The queen of gold
The queen of gold
The queen of gold
The queen of gold
The queen of gold