Residing In A Kingdom Now Lost

I am the sun

And I am the moon

I am the winter chill

On the first day of June

The dark mystery

That lies in the sea

As my heart yearns

To truly be free

As the flames of the old

Burns on with passion

Till my heart grows cold

I crush the empires and crumble walls of stone

I burn the villages of those below

I am the dark

And I am the cold

The blood of the ancients

That can never be sold

The spirit of our ancestors

The storm that rages on

The fragments of a broken past

Forgotten by name

Possessed by times of old

Immortal soul of the cold

Centuries of wisdom at a cost

Residing in a kingdom now lost