Pray tell me
Wise Trevrizent
Are not the good ones all dead
In shallow graves
In distant lands
Banished from castles of the Grail Into the mansions of the Sun
Where Doom is housed in golden rooms
In amber dreaming
Kept by silent halls
Like all crystal
There is to fall In girun i mus nocte et consuminur igni
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In girun i mus nocte et consuminur igni Pray tell me
Wise Trevrizent
Is not our life like our love
Treasured and clung to with tooth and nail
Yet uncomplete until let go of