Pla-

cid

skies,

Through

cry-

stal

ga-

zing

eyes

Slaves

to

our

de-

si-

i-

re,

In

a

ring

of

smoke

and

fire

The

dun-

geons

call,

Two

fac-

es

on

the

wall,

Can-

dles

light

the

wa-

a-

y,

For

a

moon-

light

se-

re-

na-

de.

Through

the

nights

and

days,

We

will

find

a

way

A

way

to

car-

ry

on

what

we

be-

lieve

An

emp-

ty

door,

As-

hes

on

the

floor,

Hyp-

no-

tic

arr-

ay

of

li-

i-

ights,

Drag-

ons

call-

ing

through-

out

the

night,

O-

men

in

black,

Chained

down

to

the

rack

The

end

ne-

ver

in

si-

i-

ight,

Soa-

ring

through

an

end-

less

pli-

ight.

Through

the

nights

and

days,

We

will

find

a

way

(find

a

way)

Si-

lence

fills

the

shrine,

Gi-

ving

us

the

sign,

For-

e-

ver

lost,

For-

e-

ver

in

the

Dra-

gon's

den.

Born

with

se-

cond

sight,

Ess-

ence

burn-

ing

bright,

For-

e-

ver

lost,

For-

e-

ver

in

the

Drag-

on's

de-

en.

yeah!

Si-

lence

fills

the

shrine,

Gi-

ving

us

the

sign,

For-

e-

ver

lost,

For-

e-

ver

in

the

Dra-

gon's

den.

Born

with

se-

cond

si-

ight,

Ess-

ence

burn-

ing

bright,

For-

e-

ver

lost,

For-

e-

ver

in

the

Drag-

on's

de-

en.

yeah!