Do you remember the moon-lit, Ivory gardens we once walked, The secret realms we fashioned, Like gods long forgotten ? Do you remember the scented, Star-pinioned night, that was ours alone, And the iris-pouring moon, That whispered words arcane ?
We are but spectres in this haggard and marble realm. Fading shapes in the moon's uncertain light. We are but whispers in the babel of voices, The last echoes of a long-dead world.
[00:13.71]Do you remember the moon-lit, [00:21.40]Ivory gardens we once walked, [00:29.07]The secret realms we fashioned, [00:34.77]Like gods long forgotten ? [00:44.43]Do you remember the scented, [00:52.08]Star-pinioned night, that was ours alone, [00:59.76]And the iris-pouring moon, [01:05.01]That whispered words arcane ? [01:18.99] [02:03.18]We are but spectres in this haggard and marble realm. [02:18.50]Fading shapes in the moon's uncertain light. [02:33.84]We are but whispers in the babel of voices, [02:49.21]The last echoes of a long-dead world. [03:02.77]
