Chasm (The). Procreation Of The Inner Temple. Conqueror Of The Mourningstar. Zeneszám

I look far away, the candles of my burning desire
The sun seems so dismal, our mighty sky is in dismay...

Make my words be like pictures, for the dreams I have fall
My hate is shining bright to create the mourningstar

So rise...

Can the moon read my mind? so hopeless here I stand
There's hate in my veins, the stair is unseen
There's bitterness in my pain, my harmony is rotting

Save me your essence, embrace me, fly with me
The tower we've build, the life that is ours...
The tower we've build, the life that is ours

I look far away, the candles of my burning desire
The sun seems so dismal, our mighty is in dismay

Let's drown in solitude and reborn in tragedies
For the dreams we have done, we are the mourningstar...