MSA Project - Two Thrones lyrics

Here within mirrored j**els lies the realm of dreaming, Here wherein all that was, will forever remain This is how it's meant to be -- out of reach, out of sight. This is where it all makes sense -- all our griefs, all our pains. Deep inside sheltered moons lie the hopes of many, Deep as pride that some have hidden in their glory, This is how it's meant to be -- out of reach, out of sight. This is where it all makes sense -- all our griefs, all our pains. A throne of light, a throne of might, of ebony and jade, A throne that shines, a throne that hides all fears within its haze. Shaping thoughts and nascent dreams of an agonizing queen Into shapes and forms that shift to colored streams. A sight of worlds, of barren earths, that die before their times, A view of lives of solitude that never truly shine, All gaping wide, awaiting time to quickly pa** them by, In hope all stays the same... Hear the wind whisper tunes over hills and valleys, Hear it sing of past dues and ancient victories, This is how we won the wars -- with our pride, with our hopes, This is where we fought those wars -- in our lands, in our hearts. This real world, we hold dear, we've bled to believe in, This old world, with our fears, we've altered and demeaned. This is how we won the wars -- with our pride, with our hopes, This is where we fought those wars -- in our lands, in our hearts. A throne of hate, a throne of fate, of sorrow and of shade, A throne so dark, a throne that harks the heralds of old pains, Shaping sounds and haunted hounds that roamed the earth with glee, Now soldiers of this ancient enemy... Melodies and symphonies and forgotten chants and rhymes, All rising now so eagerly to blast the night with life, For change is here, the time is near, the things we fear shall die, That is what I hear... Two thrones, two lords... in two worlds, two homes... Too long to hope, too old to cope, yes. Shimmer and fade, a shivering daze, In spiralling ways, look... Emerald King and Opaline Queen, Sapphire and gold and obsidian cold, oh! Altering shapes of crescent arcades To brighten the days, hey...