spin the yarn of the future, spread it over present
while empires emerge, woven with tattered thread
of wishes and curses; of prophets and saints

kiss the ring of our legend, let it wash over you
while we rise the kingdoms from ashes, brick by brick
tale by tale, we sing the fable created among the sands

planets bend between our fingers
unruly stars dance on our eyelids
copper deserts bow before our invisible might

drown in the reality that thanks to us exists
we are the chosen ones, sisters of the mist