Grey painted clouds usher in

The dawn of a new day

Lighted a shade floating in sin

A shade that follows one way



Tidings echo through the streets

When minstrels prefer silence

An echo calling from the wharfs

Make the knights stop their feasts



Down by the riverside

Things have become clearer

The master

Of her dreams



Her pale white body wrapped in a web of tales

Laying in a hazy gleam

This beauty brought by 's lands many gales

Died in a chase

In a chase for a dream

And now she floated

Behind the walls of her desires

In a shallop where in life is shed

Her coffin ...