Insomnium Songs of the Dusk 1. Flowers of the Night Wondrous gleam of the summer night Sneaks in through the window pane I hear a cuckoo's calling As I lay by her side By the grace of the one true God By the providence of Christ I have found the golden maiden I have found the fairest one I will fold her into my arms I will wipe away her tears I will keep her safe from all the harm (Forevermore) The flowers of the night Only open up to the dark I hear them whispering As I lay by her side How did I deserve this mirth? How did I deserve this bliss? Hallowed glow will shine upon her brow (Forevermore) But the colder winds will rise And the autumn gloom awaits For the seed inside won't grow No child is on the way The winter of despair And the silence of the nights Slowly will take their toll Slowly will freeze our hearts With tears in her eyes She repeats the mother's words; Even the hounds will bark When such a thing is near Salt-ridden is this soil And shriveled is the womb A stain on our good name (Forevermore) The flowers of the night Only open up to the dark I hear them whispering As I lay by her side By the grace of the one true God By the providence of Christ Have I found the golden maiden? Have I found the fairest one? I will fold her into my arms I will wipe away her tears I will keep her safe from all the harm (Forevermore) 2. Stained in Red Far in the distance Far behind the trees Baying of the hounds Howl of the beasts Pallid is the break of the dawn Gales have run their course Wading through knee-deep snow Dim are the stars above Hearken to the call now Listen to the howls Hearken to the wail now Listen to the winds Following the wolf's tracks Following the trails Rushing through the thickets Rushing through the woods Behind every fir-tree Behind every rock Behind every snowdrift The shadows watching me There at the brink of the rapids There at the edge of the ravine Pale figure standing in he mist Pale figure stained in red Hearken to the call now Listen to the howls Hearken to the wail now Listen to the winds At the end of my path Disbelief and doubt At the end of my trek The best now awaits There at the end of the trail She tells of the bygone years Fork of the twilight paths Wolves in human guise She tells of the unrest inside The longing burrowed in the soul The yearning and the flame The love that was not meant to be Hearken to the call now Listen to the howls Hearken to the wail now Listen to the winds At the end of my path The wonder and the fear At the end of my trek The truth is now revealed 3. Song of the Dusk Through the darkling woods and marshes Through the soothing twilight Far away from hateful pastors Far away from bloodhounds No scorn or greed here No swords or gallows No leash around my neck No whips to tear my flesh We roam the twilight We roam the night We stalk in the shadows deep and dark We hunt on the long-forgotten paths Through the glades and gloomy thickets Through the misty quagmires Through the hidden trails that take us home Where the church bells never toll Where the huntsmen never tread No scorn or greed here No swords or gallows No leash around my neck No whips to tear my flesh We stalk in the shadows deep and dark We hunt on the long-forgotten paths I will never kneel down I will never serve the cross I will never wear the chains I choose to walk in shades Hearken now, to the song of dusk The forest venerates your name Hearken now, to the laud in wind The woods will bow before you Hear me now, my child of the dusk Forest venerates your name Hear me now, my child of two worlds The woods will bow before you