[00:02.40]Beholding in Sorrow[00:06.70]the Sleeper meets kingly torment[00:16.78]Suffocating into the woe of stars[00:34.38]He remembers the years pass[01:14.71]And what is left of dying flame of retribution "[01:34.97]It´ s then, when the last autumn cries a fiery canticle[03:03.91]And hums through the trees in the wake of death[04:24.68]As a last journey of mesmerized night-wind[04:36.85]Yearning to leave this earth[05:10.12]" Dethroned and forgotten,[05:15.63]He sees no suffering rest[05:33.01]In his temple, now relinquishing from the soil[06:22.92]Deep in his wounds of starlight[06:54.00]The nights are still silver"[06:54.73]Death, so heavy on his shoulders[07:05.11]the dreams too old inside[07:22.06]Now severed out from his chest[08:05.82]into a sky-shaped stone for a blackened soul[08:22.22]Once more gazing over shoreless white purity[08:59.94]A perfect vision lamented by his hands[09:12.77]His bleeding eyes thrown to the godless glare[10:51.20]Where creation is still silence[10:58.08]Abandoned lies his tower of solemn grace[11:22.58]Like the thousand years engraved to its walls[11:45.49]Where his cries circle, never to reach the chambers of gold[12:49.00]Hopelessly, as all seasons die