O gothic moon thy shine encharmest me tonight
Bereavest me of sleep, makest me wander under thy light
Thou letst abloom my heart until the very last of thy ray
Shine, bereaver of sleep, ere black clouds hide thee away....

I know this can't be eternal!
No love hath ever conquered the borders of time!
No beauty is everlasting, not even thine!
But o how I wished your heart would fore'er be mine...

Thy eyes caress myself to endure these painful lies...
The moon's arsistance makest me ask...
Why can't we be stars?

Stars that shine forever...
Stars that unite with the night...

At the horizon the dark stormclouds of sorrow have gathered their might
Neither the moon nor the stars reveal their light this night...
And rain keeps falling, pouring down into my soul
While wild weeping clouds enwrapp me with their woe