By the sunsets end
someone misunderstoodly
May think himself is no life around
Meanwhile, caught spieldound
You sense the life sparkling in the air

Lilting from the ground
a sacred sleeping place
A being yet unknown
a lord the night has crowne
As always it gets dark, that's enough
As the silence provides return to Aquelôo

Aqueloo
Was born in a pagan age, so far away
Land of wisdom and magic energies
so far away
The universe's bearing day he saw
The days of old
He sense the good or evil within minds, since days of old

Bringing back again
the tales so long untold
Old songs that he learned
arcanes of light and glow
Aquelôo is dancing indeed
Forgetting the night must pay
the sun it's fee

Like an a mass he keeps on goin on
just like always
Light stabs the night, a new mornig has dawn, just like always
Life so awakes, and nothing can be done, just like always

Aqueloo hides invisible in gaze