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