N Ap ertia
NoK al ruep, 
SerdneT tnaved 
L Towers escaping by millions on floating platforms 
Glowing from lunar reflection 
Among these astral bodies, resides a faerie 
Weaving on a star, empress of space and time 
It's a feeble attempt, to overcome the throne 
Since the dispersion of the 
Orb Mid-season of the coloured rains on 
Arthrone's kingdom 
Cowardness of the loathsome guards of this empire 
A ball of fantasy disappearing in shadows 
Behold, the fall of 
Arthrone A goblin smiling by a flash of rune 
The being of nothingness part with his domain 
Vast extent of already forgotten beats 
Observing his face with its impregnated ugliness 
Crying under the whinning moon 
Dances the scarlet viper of our writings 
On the stones, soon to be angels 
End-season, ashes and ruins for the rose 
Myrmidon, this only bird in the wind 
Source of lightning, reflection of the warrior 
Behold, the fall of 
Arthrone The quiet dawn of a tired sunset 
Solemn scorn, all that is given to us 
O, L engcr sed stna
Siup es treum 
DnauK L enu
L aruelp r siamaj 
L serteKna es tnorderp ne selio
T Lerorua esucicnehs snad nu reheuo
K ed liclo
S O, L engcr sed stna
Siup tse trom 
Siuped L noitrepsid ed 
LebrO Ctse 
L serte iu
K Stiufne ne snoi
Lim ed seLe
Krap setnativel