| Song | Citadel Of Dreams |
| Artist | Garden of Shadows |
| Album | Oracle Moon |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Garden of Shadows | |
| When the cerulean sky | |
| Is painted over with crimson | |
| And the sun descends into the horizon | |
| When the moon sings oneiric serenades | |
| And we are coaxed into lethargy | |
| Its seductive power enchants us | |
| And opens the gates... | |
| To the Citadel of | |
| Dreams The bastion of illusion | |
| Engraved with the elaborate | |
| Archetypes of wisdom | |
| Primordial designs embedded within | |
| That inspire mythos | |
| Bathed amongst pillars of light | |
| Its ivory towers shine like bright stars | |
| Submerged in subconscious | |
| Within sapphire halls of deep blue | |
| We drift and float as we slumber | |
| Carried by the tides of languor | |
| One by one we extend our minds | |
| To receive precious fantasies | |
| Infused by the lyre of the muse | |
| With the enchantment of obscurity | |
| Like delicate snowflakes | |
| Melting upon flesh | |
| These fragile memories | |
| Are dissolved by consciousness (And yet traces remain) | |
| The imprints of another world | |
| Reached only through the psyche... | |
| The Citadel of | |
| Dreams |
| zuo qu : Garden of Shadows | |
| When the cerulean sky | |
| Is painted over with crimson | |
| And the sun descends into the horizon | |
| When the moon sings oneiric serenades | |
| And we are coaxed into lethargy | |
| Its seductive power enchants us | |
| And opens the gates... | |
| To the Citadel of | |
| Dreams The bastion of illusion | |
| Engraved with the elaborate | |
| Archetypes of wisdom | |
| Primordial designs embedded within | |
| That inspire mythos | |
| Bathed amongst pillars of light | |
| Its ivory towers shine like bright stars | |
| Submerged in subconscious | |
| Within sapphire halls of deep blue | |
| We drift and float as we slumber | |
| Carried by the tides of languor | |
| One by one we extend our minds | |
| To receive precious fantasies | |
| Infused by the lyre of the muse | |
| With the enchantment of obscurity | |
| Like delicate snowflakes | |
| Melting upon flesh | |
| These fragile memories | |
| Are dissolved by consciousness And yet traces remain | |
| The imprints of another world | |
| Reached only through the psyche... | |
| The Citadel of | |
| Dreams |
| zuò qǔ : Garden of Shadows | |
| When the cerulean sky | |
| Is painted over with crimson | |
| And the sun descends into the horizon | |
| When the moon sings oneiric serenades | |
| And we are coaxed into lethargy | |
| Its seductive power enchants us | |
| And opens the gates... | |
| To the Citadel of | |
| Dreams The bastion of illusion | |
| Engraved with the elaborate | |
| Archetypes of wisdom | |
| Primordial designs embedded within | |
| That inspire mythos | |
| Bathed amongst pillars of light | |
| Its ivory towers shine like bright stars | |
| Submerged in subconscious | |
| Within sapphire halls of deep blue | |
| We drift and float as we slumber | |
| Carried by the tides of languor | |
| One by one we extend our minds | |
| To receive precious fantasies | |
| Infused by the lyre of the muse | |
| With the enchantment of obscurity | |
| Like delicate snowflakes | |
| Melting upon flesh | |
| These fragile memories | |
| Are dissolved by consciousness And yet traces remain | |
| The imprints of another world | |
| Reached only through the psyche... | |
| The Citadel of | |
| Dreams |