We are guided by the moon   Into our palace tomb   Shrine of dead king Midas   Whose gold turned into stone   Children of the grave   Entombed in a faceless day   Are we the ones insane   To carry a spirit flame      Skeleton of centuries   Oh solemn majesty   You'll stand again   Unveil the key   Grant life to we   On this violet night   We await your sight      As the splendour falls   Upon these naked walls   In the haunted garden   A velvet raven calls   Temples born of ice   Release a solemn chime   Into twilight thunder   Within the sands of time      Skeleton of centuries   Eternal mysteries   Released from pain   Again we die   To breathe in vain   Seared wealth of truth   By your touch restored      Summer seized in the grip of twilight fair   As we conceive to retrieve our rightful fortune   Mourn not we, in lost shapes of time reborn   To bathe in seas of you - oh blackest dawn      We find salvation in a palace of dead kings   Hold a knife to the dawn - climb into the dream