Dusk arrives,

All creatures come out to dance Fugue,

Not caring if the venial mortals see them.

The satyr's horns shine with joy,

Nothing can ruin this moment

The nymph, Dryad and Sprite dance around the blazing fire, the joyous
noises coming from their mouths.

The creatures on their hind legs, the satyr's fur catches on fire, but
still he dances

The fire spreads, but still, he dances.

Nothing can ruin this moment.