Voices of the darkness, the singing of the owls
The terrifying sound of condemed souls
Branches become agitated if the winds pass
And the thunder tell the millenial stories
The night is a dance that becomes melodious
That's why is it called nocturnal enchantment
Ivory eye with its costume made of frost
Watch your path without knowing your lead
Sand watches mark its minutes
The dance initiates, nocturnal enchantment
Light of the stars, the great curtain opens
The owls' enchantment, the performance starts.