Sonata Arctica - "My Selene"
Nocturnal poetry,
Dressed in the whitest silver, you'd smile at me
Every night I wait for my sweet Selene
But, still...
Solitude's upon my skin
A life that's bound by the chains of reality
Would you let me be your Endymion?
I would bathe in your moonlight, and slumber in peace
Enchanted by your kiss in forever sleep
But until we unite
I live for that night ...