N Ap ertiaNoK al ruep, SerdneT tnaved L   Towers escaping by millions on floating platforms   Glowing from lunar reflection   Among these astral bodies, resides a faerie   Weaving on a star, empress of space and time   It's a feeble attempt, to overcome the throne   Since the dispersion of the Orb      Mid-season of the coloured rains on Arthrone's kingdom   Cowardness of the loathsome guards of this empire   A ball of fantasy disappearing in shadows   Behold, the fall of Arthrone   A goblin smiling by a flash of rune   The being of nothingness part with his domain      Vast extent of already forgotten beats   Observing his face with its impregnated ugliness   Crying under the whinning moon   Dances the scarlet viper of our writings   On the stones, soon to be angels      End-season, ashes and ruins for the rose   Myrmidon, this only bird in the wind   Source of lightning, reflection of the warrior   Behold, the fall of Arthrone   The quiet dawn of a tired sunset   Solemn scorn, all that is given to us      O, L engcr sed stnaSiup es treum   DnauK L enuL aruelp r siamaj   L serteKna es tnorderp ne selioT   Lerorua esucicnehs snad nu reheuoK ed licloS      O, L engcr sed stnaSiup tse trom   Siuped L noitrepsid ed LebrO   Ctse L serte iuK Stiufne ne snoiLim ed seLeKrap setnativel