Red suns burning slow inside the night, soft whispers echo tides of darkness flowing like stars crimson colours, paint our hearts behold the sky so distant and bright.
Screams whispered, memories won we are free to roam, destination never shown gaze those in mist, gleam in night without battles we dominate.
The dying light of eternal grey above it all creations fall thunderstorm of rage, lead us to the void thorns and stones, swords for the moon.
Screams whispered, memories won we are free to roam, destination never shown gaze those in mist, gleam in night without battles we dominate.
Under the clouds, in grace of night we walk through the ashes and dust in the failing light of the stormy day born out of thorns from dragons kiss.
Screams whispered, memories won we are free to roam, destination never shown gaze those in mist, gleam in night without battles we dominate.