paint our hearts behold the sky so distant and bright. Screams whispered, memories won we are free to roam, destination nver shown gaze those in the mist, gleam in night without battles we dominate. The dying light of eternal grey above it all creations fall thunderstorm of rage, lead us to the void thorns and stones, swords for the moon. Screams whispered, memories won we are free to roam, destination nver shown gaze those in the mist, gleam in night without battles we dominate. Under the clouds, in grace of night we walk throught the ashes and dust in the failing light of the stormy day born out of thorns from dragons kiss. Screams whispered, memories won we are free to roam, destination nver shown gaze those in the mist, gleam in night without battles we dominate.