
In shadows of memory,
The king has no throne.
A crown made of silence,
Where spirit walks alone.
Vive la nuit, vive la voix,
(Eternal night, eternal voice)
The crown is broken,
But the soul will rise.
Time dissolves,
Names fade away.
Yet the echo remains,
A fire within clay.
Ave anima, lux profunda,
(Hail soul, deep light)
The king is gone,
The dream continues.
Vive le rêve, vive le cœur,
(Eternal dream, eternal heart)
The crown has fallen,
But the soul endures.