Red suns burning slow   inside the night, soft whispers echo   tides of darkness flowing like stars   crimson colours, paint our hearts   behold the sky so distant and bright.      Screams whispered, memories won   we are free to roam, destination never shown   gaze those in mist, gleam in night   without battles we dominate.      The dying light of eternal grey   above it all creations fall   thunderstorm of rage, lead us to the void   thorns and stones, swords for the moon.      Screams whispered, memories won   we are free to roam, destination never shown   gaze those in mist, gleam in night   without battles we dominate.      Under the clouds, in grace of night   we walk through the ashes and dust   in the failing light of the stormy day   born out of thorns from dragons kiss.      Screams whispered, memories won   we are free to roam, destination never shown   gaze those in mist, gleam in night   without battles we dominate.