كلمات This Wasteland

And so, the radiant hues of the morning Will light up the faces of stone. Parading the feeble jewels that they've gathered Along their torturous road And he who offers life to this wasteland Will dance with the mistress of dust A waltz of sparse and strange orchestration Yet no man will be there to watch. This land, this age and its gods dissasemble The essence of heroes bygone. My lords do not mistake me for (a) craven As I mistook you for lords And so, we've come as envoys of dreamlands Across oceans of infinite time To find that man is not to our liking Yet somehow we've lost our way home. And he who offers life to this wasteland Will dance with the mistress of dust A waltz of sparse and strange orchestration Yet no man will be there to watch This land, this age and its gods dissasemble The essence of heroes bygone. My lords do not mistake me for (a) craven As I mistook you for lords