Woorden: Anathema. A Dying Wish.

I bear the seed of ruin
A golden age turned to stone
Elysium... to dust

For this, a tragic journey
A vision of a dying embrace
Scattered earth
Silence...

Where Echonia wept
I sank into the silent desert

Fallen am I,
In solitude of a broken promise
...I cried alone
My empyrean is a scar
From the memory of her beautiful life
Forever was her name

Fulfillment lost in a lifetime of regret
Ornate peace would cover me
As I would die now...
For one last wish