Dawn of Relic - Chapter I - Throes Matrix :Watchtower Son (Lemurian Guard)


Years are passing by 
Warden I am, Lemurian guard 

Through these lonely hills 
Where the hands of moory fog 
Reach for the beating hearts 

Scarlet harvest moon 
I have watched you for so long 
Each of your calm seas 
Where the oceans of sand dance frigid 

Dreamworld Lunarian 
When the world and moon were torn apart 

"Through the uncouth times 
when under the Christian vencer 
the ancient heathen faiths stirred 
stealthy and the pale moon of Britain 
looked on strange deeds in the ruins of Tacricon 
and Hexhaus and by the shadowed towers 
along Nadrians crumbling wall..."

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