Zircon's blaze might be a lure for the fad crown 
In the pale interior of this empty 
Ark Since the 
Orcoid orb's fast wounded me 
Wuth the greatest passage of a flamming spark 
On the North 
Sea, the King's 
Hall Dance the 
Jester with his serpent 
Perfidious, forsaking, rotting the royal blood 
As the likeness of a poetic fact 
Of a household used to this deceit of vespers gold 
On the ornamented throne, the previous fell 
Engulfed by the perfume of the sweetest kiss 
It's that 
Bergamot travels the wind of 
Arcane With the ugly imp naked in the nebula 
The hidden family in the 
King's own 
Vanishing with deep sleep dusk 
Perfidious, forsaking, rotting the royal blood 
As the likeness of a poetic fact 
Of a household used to this deceit of vespers gold "Thus the glorious vessel climbed On the incontournable way of the palace In the chaos of the grotesque clown Diagram of the noble malicious art The ship strugglin into horror The ruler learned with the crystal To conquer the black ice of punishment The stars grasp for their proper" 
The ornamented throne on the galley...
Dream the black... 
My landscape pleases me well in this legend 
Wretched existence on an 
Atlantis burried by the lack 
My Eden filled of my only fantasy 
Following the tragic wind that made you a fool 
My empire befell on my beloved creation, sordid star 
Standing alone on this leand see of the 
Silvertree 
The acclamation of 
Fire to dream the last leaf 
Before the masquerade relive the 
Carnival The 
Juggler presanting the feast of 
Arthrone's 
King Zircon's blaze might be a lure for the fad crown 
In the pale interior of this empty 
Ark A grand ceremony for the bastard prince 
Who mourn his lost sphere of 
Archeen On the 
North Sea, the 
King's Hall 
Dance the 
Jester with his serpent 
Perfidious, forsaking, rotting the royal blood 
As the likeness of a poetic fact 
Of a household used to this deceit of vespers gold