In the cinnamon coloured nights
between the flickering candlelights
I hear an elflock-stricken voice
which turns me to a tempting choice
In the cinnamon coloured nights
among the gleaming leaves I hide
to displace my one-off chance
while losing time and all my senses
In the cinnamon coloured nights
upon the slippery stones I fight
against the ethics I am bound to
and after that I have to choose
In the cinnamon coloured nights
near the old growth forest side
I can`t resist the sweet bargain
and never will be back again
The haunting tunes obscure my mind
and crown me king
A mellow shape gave me a kiss
and promised me to sing
A song to lull me into sleep
while steering me to brightness
when a whispering breeze came throught
and blew out the candles light
