Testo di Lament of the Thistle Queen

Beneath the boughs of dying stars, I kneel My crown of ivy blackened by their scorn The Moon, a scythe, gleams, wild road wonder's yield My dirge mourns realms lost and forlorn O kosmos, hear me weaver of the wombs Unweave the thread that binds my breath to clay Let comets fray the fabric of this loom Unname me in tides where night meets days Your eyes a void drinks twilight's bleeding hyms I drift, a moth snared in your threadbare cloak Scatter my ash where novas bleed and dim Let me be frost on graves no dawn bespoke O Kosmos hear me echo of the deep Unchain the dusk where shadows claw their flight Earth's final dreamer fades now let me sleep And spin my ghost to fable in your night Clay unspun Dirge undone Veil withdrawn I am dawn Clay unspun Dirge undone Veil withdrawn I am dawn