You're, the single a servant in wretchedness
Shades blinded, by the emperors sun
Tarnished into the farthest far
Go and deliver, deliver
The message of the dead
There it lies, the midst of the world
Piled high in it's sediment
Nothing reaches through this
Least the message of a dead
Barren he crawls through the inner palace
Chest crowned by the emperors sun
Breaking into the endless strains
If he would ever reach the gates
Nothing will be gained
There it lies, the midst of the world
Piled high in it's sediment
Nothing reaches through this
Least the message of a dead
There it lies, the midst of the world
Piled high in it's sediment
Nothing reaches through this
Least the message of a dead
There it lies, the midst of the world
Piled high in it's sediment
You sit at your window and dream
When night bursts in