Zircon's blaze might be a lure for the fad crown In the pale interior of this empty Ark Since the Orcoid orb's fast wounded me Wuth the greatest passage of a flamming spark On the North Sea, the King's Hall Dance the Jester with his serpent Perfidious, forsaking, rotting the royal blood As the likeness of a poetic fact Of a household used to this deceit of vespers gold On the ornamented throne, the previous fell Engulfed by the perfume of the sweetest kiss It's that Bergamot travels the wind of Arcane With the ugly imp naked in the nebula The hidden family in the King's own Vanishing with deep sleep dusk Perfidious, forsaking, rotting the royal blood As the likeness of a poetic fact Of a household used to this deceit of vespers gold "Thus the glorious vessel climbed On the incontournable way of the palace In the chaos of the grotesque clown Diagram of the noble malicious art The ship strugglin into horror The ruler learned with the crystal To conquer the black ice of punishment The stars grasp for their proper" The ornamented throne on the galley... Dream the black... My landscape pleases me well in this legend Wretched existence on an Atlantis burried by the lack My Eden filled of my only fantasy Following the tragic wind that made you a fool My empire befell on my beloved creation, sordid star Standing alone on this leand see of the Silvertree The acclamation of Fire to dream the last leaf Before the masquerade relive the Carnival The Juggler presanting the feast of Arthrone's King Zircon's blaze might be a lure for the fad crown In the pale interior of this empty Ark A grand ceremony for the bastard prince Who mourn his lost sphere of Archeen On the North Sea, the King's Hall Dance the Jester with his serpent Perfidious, forsaking, rotting the royal blood As the likeness of a poetic fact Of a household used to this deceit of vespers gold
Zircon's blaze might be a lure for the fad crown In the pale interior of this empty Ark Since the Orcoid orb's fast wounded me Wuth the greatest passage of a flamming spark On the North Sea, the King's Hall Dance the Jester with his serpent Perfidious, forsaking, rotting the royal blood As the likeness of a poetic fact Of a household used to this deceit of vespers gold On the ornamented throne, the previous fell Engulfed by the perfume of the sweetest kiss It's that Bergamot travels the wind of Arcane With the ugly imp naked in the nebula The hidden family in the King's own Vanishing with deep sleep dusk Perfidious, forsaking, rotting the royal blood As the likeness of a poetic fact Of a household used to this deceit of vespers gold "Thus the glorious vessel climbed On the incontournable way of the palace In the chaos of the grotesque clown Diagram of the noble malicious art The ship strugglin into horror The ruler learned with the crystal To conquer the black ice of punishment The stars grasp for their proper" The ornamented throne on the galley... Dream the black... My landscape pleases me well in this legend Wretched existence on an Atlantis burried by the lack My Eden filled of my only fantasy Following the tragic wind that made you a fool My empire befell on my beloved creation, sordid star Standing alone on this leand see of the Silvertree The acclamation of Fire to dream the last leaf Before the masquerade relive the Carnival The Juggler presanting the feast of Arthrone's King Zircon's blaze might be a lure for the fad crown In the pale interior of this empty Ark A grand ceremony for the bastard prince Who mourn his lost sphere of Archeen On the North Sea, the King's Hall Dance the Jester with his serpent Perfidious, forsaking, rotting the royal blood As the likeness of a poetic fact Of a household used to this deceit of vespers gold
