N Ap ertiaNoK al ruep, SerdneT tnaved L Towers escaping by millions on floating platforms Glowing from lunar reflection Among these astral bodies, resides a faerie Weaving on a star, empress of space and time Its a feeble attempt, to overcome the throne Since the dispersion of the Orb Midseason of the coloured rains on Arthrones 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 beats Observing his face with its impregnated ugliness Crying under the whinning moon Dances the scarlet viper of our writings On the stones, soon to be angels Endseason, 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 O, L engcr sed stnaSiup es treum DnauK L enuL aruelp r siamaj L serteKna es tnorderp ne selioT Lerorua esucicnehs snad nu reheuoK ed licloS O, L engcr sed stnaSiup tse trom Siuped L noitrepsid ed LebrO Ctse L serte iuK Stiufne ne snoiLim ed seLeKrap setnativel
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