Burned under an Ancient Sky,
His name echoes a Lorelei,
Here under a tyrant's eye,
The star winds blow,
The dice is rolled,
A murderous dance begins
As four winds blast the sky

Cool hush like an evensong,
Your smile murmurs like distant fire
Lie close and awake at night,
The flame that smoulders soon must die
Then I will know the joy
Of living in those eyes