A Tale - Engelsstaub

When day is yielding, near its end

And dusk the sun to twilight sends

Her yearning heart compels her to the cliffs

Thus night after night she stands

Fleeing Orpheus' soothing hands

To shine a light for her beloved, far across the sea

Captured by storm and cold, their cruel net

Her checks from burning tears all are wet

With weakness lurking, that spiteful power

Sleep overcomes one fateful hour

A raging wind her light does choe

A fearful wave reaches up the cliff so steep

She sinks into the ocean, dark and deep

Hear even now, in storm-swept night

Whan waves are breaking on that dismal shore

Through raging winds and tempestÄs roar

The mournful sighs of her of yore…