Pray tell me / wise trevrizent / are not the good ones all dead / in shallow
graves / in distant lands / banished from castles of the grail
Into the mansions of the sun / where doom is housed in golden rooms / in
amber dreaming / kept by silent halls / like all crystal / there is to fall
In girun i mus nocte et consuminur igni ingirunimusnocteetconsuminurigni in
girun i mus nocte et consuminur igni
Pray tell me / wise trevrizent / is not our life like our love / treasured
and clung to with tooth and nail / yet uncomplete until let go of
Into the mansions of the sun / where doom is housed in golden rooms / in
amber dreaming / kept by silent halls / like all crystal / there is to fall
[ike vil 1997-1999.]