| From the Temples High | |
| In the shores of void lays my dream | |
| That avanced like the shadows | |
| In the hungriest hearts | |
| Of the darkest secrets | |
| A flash darkens the light | |
| My beloved forever denied | |
| Under my thorned suspicion | |
| Dressed in laments | |
| Cried till becoming rivers | |
| I wake under my own empire | |
| A bloody crown of salt | |
| At the new order arised | |
| To be the stigma | |
| The golden wings of first-born | |
| Plated with dusk | |
| On a withered throne | |
| Raised where the circle excludes | |
| The river follows it's course | |
| Without rest in front of my stare | |
| Always icy in me | |
| Empty whisper | |
| The question without tongue | |
| Like a liying leaf | |
| My beautiful cause | |
| Rise me again | |
| To look from below | |
| And like a wave of tears | |
| I'll desire again | |
| I promise |