Texty: Cathedral. Palace Of Fallen Majesty.

We are guided by the moon
Into our palace tomb
Shred 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 weep
On this violet night
We await your sight

As the splendor falls
Upon these naked walls
In the haunted garden
A velvet raven calls

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 twilight fair
As we conceive
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
In a palace of dead kings
Hold a knife to the dawn
Climb into the dream

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