Four eyes as two in one the forward circular view that never ends
An orbital voyage throughout the endless sphere of all
Where time is lost and everything transcends
A graceful presence at stolen time
As ghosts to the world, ghosts to the world
For ice, outside, are we apart as cold and eerie mist to the hand
Ever floating on its course towards the heights of shadowland
Thus appear the truly sworn
To be seen, To be feared
Yet, not to be reached
Four eyes as two in one
Thus appear the truly sworn
As ghosts to the world
Thus appear the truly sworn
For ice outside, are we apart
Thus appear the truly sworn
Cold and eerie mist Burning
Thus appear the truly sworn
A graceful presence at stolen time
Thus appear the truly sworn