Tekster: Antichrisis. Her Orphaned Throne.

Destiny turned the page to another side in my book of life:
"He who once was artless like a child had to face the blackest night!"
While I was unaware, She must have silently faded away:
"Whereas his shadow walks The Earth in restless search for The Queen!"
As the cold begins to bite, in Nightmare's realm I lie awake:
"Fading voices calling back the years into time's deadly embrace!"
Behind these delusive hills where gales ensnare a paralyzed sun:
"In sombre distress he's entering the hall
just to find Her Orphaned Throne!"
Broken and desperate before Her Orphaned Throne
Holding a dying sparrow in his hands
His eyes full of tears had seen the wasted land
Will She ever come again?
Ever come again?
Suam sanctam ad sedem liceat me vobis sequi
Si sanum me facere volueritis
Suam sanctam ad sedem, ad marim
Si enim hoc loco versatus sim, periturus est
Suam sanctam ad sedem liceat me vobis sequi
Nam hoc solo loco me Dea expectat

Passion turned out to be a slip of the pen amongst the lines of fate:
"All that was left in the end: Forgotten echoes in a dream!"
For only a fool's solemnity might ignite the driftwood of my heart:
"Still My Light shines on every move you make:
Just call My Name an I'll be there!"
So cranky and blind I did not see, rashness made me lose your own way:
"Fragments of glass cutting through his veins:
I shall save him from his pain!"
Destiny turned the page to the final chapter in my book of life:
"Awake see him lie in Marah's warm embrace
- I'm returning on My Throne!"
Broken and desperate before Her Orphaned Throne
Holding a dying sparrow in his hands
His eyes full of tears had seen the wasted land
Will She ever come again?
Ever come again?