N Ap ertiaNoK al ruep, SerdneT tnaved L



Towers escaping by millions on floating platforms

Glowing from lunar reflections

Among these astral bodies, resides a faërie

Weaving a star, empress of space and time

It's a feeble attempt, to overcome the throne

Since the dispersion of the Orb.



Mid-season of the coloured rains on Arthrone's kingdom

Cowardness of the loathsome guards of this empire

A ball of fantasy disappearing in shadows

Behold, the fall of Arthrone

A goblin smiling by a flash of rune

The being of nothingness part with his domain



Vast extent of already forgotten beams

Observing his face with its impregnated ugliness

Crying under the whining moon

Dances the scarlet viper of our writings

On the stones, soon to be angels

When will occurs the destruction of the Orb



End-season, ashes and ruins for the rose

Myrmidon, this only bird in the wind

Source of lightning, reflection of the warrior

Behold, the fall of Arthrone

The quiet dawn of a tired sunset

Solemn scorn, all that is given to us



Ô, L engèr sed stnaSiup es treum

DnauK L enuL aruelp à siamaj

L sertêKna es tnorderp ne selioT

Lerorua esueicnelis snad nu rehcuoK ed lieloS



Ô, L engèr sed stnaSiup tse trom

Siuped L noitrepsid ed LebrO

Ctse L sertê iuK Stiufne ne snoiLim ed seLeKrap setnativél