Barren halls of kings Solemn and austere Carry us through The leaves of cruel fire Where only remnants lay Of all one's acquired Stairs fall from this tower Beneath the ruins of battlements Labyrinthine crypts beset by the darkened walls Where no light ever shone upon these cursed bodies Or the piles of stone brought from the sea Which carry the weight of their pain I lay gifts bestowed Alone in sorrow Leave me with all that I have left Lorn, forsaken, bereft of the world Tattered vestiges of ruined crests unfurled Here the fallen remember their songs In sepulchral kingdoms forever gone Where the sea and the heavens collide Glinting in the distance As the moon strains with the tide Below the standing stone, we come to confess To a spirit departed under monuments rest In the outstretched hands of stone Crowns and thrones Crumbling cold to dust As ivy wreathes the bones