The Fall of Arthrone

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

It's a feeble attempt, to overcome the throne

Since the dispersion of the Orb

Mid-season of the coloured rains on Arthrone's 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

End-season, 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