Pray tell me Wise Trevrizent Are not the good ones all dead In shallow graves In distant lands Banished from castles of the Grail
Into the mansions of the Sun Where Doom is housed in golden rooms In amber dreaming Kept by silent halls Like all crystal There is to fall
In girun i mus nocte et consuminur igni ingirunimusnocteetconsuminurigni In girun i mus nocte et consuminur igni
Pray tell me Wise Trevrizent Is not our life like our love Treasured and clung to with tooth and nail Yet uncomplete until let go of
Into the mansions of the Sun Where Doom is housed in golden rooms In amber dreaming Kept by silent halls Like all crystal There is to fall
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