Zircon's blaze might be a lure for the fad crown

In the pale interior of this empty Ark

Since the Orcoid orb's fast wounded me

Wuth the greatest passage of a flamming spark


On the North Sea, the King's Hall

Dance the Jester with his serpent


Perfidious, forsaking, rotting the royal blood

As the likeness of a poetic fact

Of a household used to this deceit of vespers gold


On the ornamented throne, the previous fell

Engulfed by the perfume of the sweetest kiss

It's that Bergamot travels the wind of Arcane

With the ugly imp naked in the nebula


The hidden family in the King's own

Vanishing with deep sleep dusk


Perfidious, forsaking, rotting the royal blood

As the likeness of a poetic fact

Of a household used to this deceit of vespers gold


"Thus the glorious vessel climbed

On the incontournable way of the palace

In the chaos of the grotesque clown

Diagram of the noble malicious art

The ship strugglin into horror

The ruler learned with the crystal

To conquer the black ice of punishment

The stars grasp for their proper"


The ornamented throne on the galley...Dream the black...

My landscape pleases me well in this legend

Wretched existence on an Atlantis burried by the lack

My Eden filled of my only fantasy

Following the tragic wind that made you a fool

My empire befell on my beloved creation, sordid star


Standing alone on this leand see of the Silvertree

The acclamation of Fire to dream the last leaf

Before the masquerade relive the Carnival

The Juggler presanting the feast of Arthrone's King


Zircon's blaze might be a lure for the fad crown

In the pale interior of this empty Ark

A grand ceremony for the bastard prince

Who mourn his lost sphere of Archeen


On the North Sea, the King's Hall

Dance the Jester with his serpent


Perfidious, forsaking, rotting the royal blood

As the likeness of a poetic fact

Of a household used to this deceit of vespers gold