Years are passing by

Warden I am, Lemurian guard



Through these lonely hills

Where the hands of moory fog

Reach for the beating hearts



Scarlet harvest moon

I have watched you for so long

Each of your calm seas

Where the oceans of sand dance frigid



Dreamworld Lunarian

When the world and moon were torn apart



"Through the uncouth times

when under the Christian vencer

the ancient heathen faiths stirred

stealthy and the pale moon of Britain

looked on strange deeds in the ruins of Tacricon

and Hexhaus and by the shadowed towers

along Nadrians crumbling wall..."