Seven cities burn in bright blue flame Scattered ash, the scars remain Thousand years have passed and still they stand Tales engraved into the sand Haunting men in haven, Innocence made leaven Seven false kings roam the land See a woman pale as snow Silent come and silent go See a man without a face Move like ghosts from place to place Seal the moon behind the doors of stone Nameless demons in their throne Sing a song to perish, your doom will be garish Do not speak the bloody name When your bright sword turns to rust Seal the door, from blood and gore Hated, hopeless, sleepless, sane Chandrian, Chandrian Run, the heathen fiends, they come Swept by shadow, going numb And, in graceful sin, they're gone None will draw a breath by dawn I, can ever feel, cold sweat An image I cannot forget When, his eyes are black, as crow The endless wind will cease to blow As they walk the silent path Driven by the ancient wrath Gathered by your heresy alone Treading by the light of moon To bestow the mortal boon Sevenfold the hangmen you denied As the noble healer aches in pain All must pay, night and day Hated, hopeless, sleepless, sane Chandrian, Chandrian