Echoes from the past Exhaled into air Who telleth of secrets That ages kept Scorn the bliss - you'll never possess Live through me - until that day You bid us fall
Sharpened claws and worn wings That stood the ravages of time Rise from ash, to the heights Never will you know of flesh again
A shadowed arcane heritage That strenghten in distress A monument of cold design I shalt become... ...when you shalt fade!
Never will you know of flesh again
Scorn the bliss - you'll never possess Live through me
