Текст песни Аэлирэнн - Ши-Тенно

Called and died on the wreckage of ancient plates
A quiet cry of crooked mirrors ...
The sky of the dome once again fell to the ground -
So the hour has come.

Challenge thrown -
Let everyone that he was looking for find.

The Ice Palace is a stately silhouette,
White snow on the mountain slopes ...
The sounds of a waltz in an arched window
Quiet talk ...

Sword sheath,
The look is filled with power ... Snow Lord ...

Southern nights moire, tart, spicy taste of wine,
The soft rustle of sleepy waves ...
In the starry sky will not see the bottom
The most sharp eye.

Taste of mystery
The sapphire color is bold ... Star Lord ...

Red squirrel fur, flame - laughing in the wind,
The sky at sunset day ...
Cherry petals suddenly begin to swirl,
Behind me enticing.

Drop of poison
Emerald - ardent ... Lord of Fire ...

Dawn dreams, fairy tales of light clouds,
Bright carnival masks ...
The world of illusions, the sincerity of poems,
Multicolored bal ...

The glare of the sun
The smell of summer is light ... the Lord of Mirrors ...

Voices from distant past days are heard again,
Memory pours through the years ...
Four Heavenly Kings
Bypass the trouble.

The choice is made -
Again from now on together - forever ...