Kingdom Of The Shades کے بول

I see the wolves gathered on the hill And the carrion birds that fly Etched against the (witching) moon… I was a string in Apollo's lyre I was the sword in a warrior's hand I was the crown on an emperor's brow I was the seal on a sorcerer's heart… I saw the glory of Atlantis fall-the jeweled spires that would gleam no more… I saw the grandeur that once was Greece-its crumbling walls I now call my home… I see a woman crying on my mound-she has been lover and homeland to me: Alas! I know I will not see her again-the kingdom of the shades is my home… Where the Sidhe play mournful tunes Where the sea is black, without a shore Where meadows are strewn with ash