Emperor - Sworn |
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Sworn
Emperor Four eyes as two in one The forward circular view That never ends An orbital voyage Throughout this endless sphere of all As ghosts to the world Where time is lost and everything transcends At stolen time A graceful presence Ghosts to the world Ever floating on its coarse For ice, outside, are we apart As cold and eerie mist to the hand Towards the heights of shadowland Thus appear the truly sworn To be feared To be seen Yet, not to be reached Four eyes as two in one As ghosts to the world Thus appear the truly sworn Thus appear the truly sworn Thus appear the truly sworn For ice, outside, are we apart Cold and eerie mist. Burning Thus appear the truly sworn A graceful presence At stolen time Thus appear the truly sworn |
