Testo di §6

Corpus of mist Revived in gist Sullen woes deep in the mire In essence only mine to bear Who will recide 'neath the spires A house to grant an heir This dreadful tomb Primeval memories Tragedies of future past Now chained to your neck From father to child Veiled in dust for the ages A memento close to heart Our hearts Vanquish mythology Drain the well Burn the orchard Break the spell Purge the darkness As I bid farewell Forge your trail In the event of fortuity Remember grief is a fickle sickness So wear it always Wear it with love Fervent and endless The golden Argus With daughter above Proprietor of the lion's share Be the vindication of me God is watching over you He will guide the way He is river of grace Through the barren state of our time