---

Sweet child of dreams come forth

I see you stand before me

Born of light, to lead my soul

Where the winds blow cold

And hope revives

Hear my call, shine on!

The everlasting chase

Goes on through roads of madness

Deny me not, my curse and hope

In this fear-grown place

Come show your face

Hear my call, shine on!

Praise the sight of wisdom and might

How I long to believe

Words that say: "Kings will remain"

Then my heart will no more grieve

Still I see what used to be

A dream of me, in sick and horrid color

Howling winds now laugh and sing:

"The dead man has your face and your desire"

Praise the sight of wisdom and might

How I long to believe

Words that say: "Kings will remain"

Then my heart will no more grieve

Praise the sight of wisdom and might

How I long to believe

Words that say: "Kings will remain"

Still my heart won't cease to chase