We are guided by the moon
Into our palace tomb
Shred of dead King Midas
Whose gold turned into stoneChildren of the grave
Entombed in a faceless day
Are we the ones insane
To carry a spirit flameSkeleton of centuries
Oh, solemn majesty
You'll stand again
Unveil the key, grant life to weep
On this violet night
We await your sightAs the splendor falls
Upon these naked walls
In the haunted garden
A velvet raven callsTemples born of ice
Release a solemn chime
Into twilight thunder
Within the sands of timeSkeleton of centuries
Eternal mysteries
Released from pain
Again we die to breathe in vain
Seared wealth of truth
By your touch restoredSummer seized
In the grip of twilight fair
As we conceive
To retrieve our rightful fortuneMourn, not we
In lost shapes of time reborn
To bathe in seas of you
Oh, blackest dawnWe find salvation
In a palace of dead kings
Hold a knife to the dawn
Climb into the dream[Incomprehensuible]