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/ahead
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 Hallownеst, weep, of the Hallownest
In heart, in thе heart 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
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Lazy Moonkin Lyrics – White Song