- cifra
Somewhere along
The olden fogs
Our paths will cross
For I have want to summon thee.
Ship of fools
I'll take you at my leisure
It is my power yes it is my pleasure.
Priestess of madness
Under a saffron sun
Cargo of souls that I will feast upon.
I call upon
An ancient necromantic sun
My will binds you close to me.
Oh, will you drink
These Lethean waters?
And join me on this Isle of
endless borders.
Who knows not Circe?
My light so moribund
Your dead souls dance with me
like flowers in the sun.
Who knows not Circe?
The seas crash down upon
Those who do not tremble at the
Daughter of the Sun.
