Grey painted clouds usher in The dawn of a new day Lighted a shade floating in sin A shade that follows one way Tidings echo through the streets When minstrels prefer silence An echo calling from the wharfs Make the knights stop their feasts Down by the riverside Things have become clearer The master Of her dreams Her pale white body wrapped in a web of tales Laying in a hazy gleam This beauty brought by 's lands many gales Died in a chase In a chase for a dream And now she floated Behind the walls of her desires In a shallop where in life is shed Her coffin ...