Lirieke:
Crimson Glory Far Away

touch the morning sky The desert wind is rushing through my window And far away I know she is rising And far away I know she waits for me And far away

to touch the morning sky The desert wind is rushing through my window And far away I know she is rising And far away I know waits for me And far away

hand be hesitant or death will be your mark Lest regained sight should speed her flight away from burning hell A steady heart must seal her back within her crimson

its origin was forgot, and so it came to pass: In a land far, far from the source, far from the light Order decayed, decay wore away the immortal pride