How red and full of truth are not

The stories by the fires told

Absorbed and passed on by every dreamerMadly drunk from embers glow

Always with the whirling dust

Of winding roads to mask our trail

And cloak the path upon which we rode

So legends dim my tale

On waves of wildest oceans borne

In roaring chant a song unheard

Thus was brought the lore to havens far

The echo of the primal word

For what is truth but what we make it?

A tale deformed by wind and rain

By temple stone and eager flame

Concealed in spirit

We remain

We remain

We remain

We remain

Like a marooned enchantress stranded in the tropic of deceit

The truth abides within us all

Patiently awaiting the rise of her star

And its vengeful light to shine on our betrayal

For in the breaking of the final dawn and the silencing of all

Her muted voice shall rise in grace anew

At the unweaving of the webs and the dismantling of the world

We will remember her

Hark unto its hissing tongue

That dark wind of which dreams are made

On it blows that fateful song

On and on and on and on and on

What if life is but an intermission?

The flickering of a dying flame

And in the endless night in which it burns

Concealed forever

We remain

We remain

We remain

We remain