Jennings/Dorrian)



We are guided by the moon

Into our palace tomb

Shread of dead king Midas

Whose gold turned into stone

Children of the grave

Entombed in a faceless day

Are we the ones insane

To carry a spirit flame



Skeleton of centuries

Oh solemn majesty

You'll stand again

Unveil the key

Grant life to we

On this violet night

We await your sight



As the splendour falls

Upon these naked walls

In the haunted garden

A velvet raven calls

A temples born of ice

Release a solemn chime

Into twilight thunder

Within the sands of time



Skeleton of centuries

Eternal mysteries

Released from pain

Again we die

To breathe in vain

Seared wealth of truth

By your touch restored



Summer seized in the grip of thwilight fair

As we conveive to retrieve our rightful fortune

Mourn not we, in lost shapes of time reborn

To bathe in seas of you - oh blackest dawn



We find salvation i a palace of dead kings

Hold a knife to the dawn - climb into the dream