Somewhere far, in a soulless void There is a throne of stone Beneath heaven's dome, in ruins there is White, as a snow, chateau And there, pale king, is sitting alone The crown is still on his head With his empty stare, observes the world In ashes, it lies, before him Within the tall walls, of his domain One may not hear any words A gust of wind, one sad motif Flows by the throne of the king Dirge, for the hallownest, weep, of thе hallownest In heart, in the hеart of his Dirge, for the hallownest, weep, of the hallownest In heart, in the heart of hers Please tell me, don't hide, the story that gnaws Oh my, poor, dreaming king I'm sorry I had, to leave you behind I could have not stayed anymore Phantoms of past twirl around the hall Stirring it alive again Everyone, whispers of her Unsettling the eternal rest Dirge, for the hallownest, weep, of the hallownest In heart, in the heart of his Dirge, for the hallownest, weep, of the hallownest In heart, in the heart of hers The winds are blowing through the halls They bring the sadness from within The depths insensible motif Of reign of madness therein I beg, my king, please answer me At least for this one time What have you doomed your children for Ripping soul apart? Without saying single word The king just stares through abyss Among the ruins of this place He cannot see what is amiss In lifeless eyes, just ache and pain For wind to carry as it flows Its motif, from lonely lady of the white