Echoes from the past
 Exhaled into air
 Who telleth of secrets
 That ages kept
 Scorn the bliss - you'll never possess
 Live through me - until that day
 You bid us fall

 Sharpened claws and worn wings
 That stood the ravages of time
 Rise from ash, to the heights
 Never will you know of flesh again

 shadowed arcane heritage
 That strenghten in distress
 monument of cold design
 I shalt [bad word] ..
 ...when you shalt fade!

 Never will you know of flesh again

 Scorn the bliss - you'll never possess
 Live through me