We buried alive our names with the pharaohs
we sent out a lantern it came back a sparrow
one by land
two by sea
three by glacial island
we scourged the forest for the fire but found it filled with diamonds
so come to the pastures so golden and beckoning
we mounted a centaur and left fences reckoning
how did the come
how did they come
how did they come so merry
the fire leapt into the valley leaving stones and cherries
we cut off our tongues and spoke only through fingers
our eyes shone so bright while the violence still lingered
but swords and daggers fell to rust in gardens of desire
the autumn harvest reaped the ending of the dark empire
we set our sights on the land of the arrow
where birds pick the bones to find truth in their marrow
I felt your face
I felt your face
my dear, you have been burning !
you embers fall and turn to ash
in oceans deep and churning
we clung to the mane of a shape shifting stallion
they dug up our grave and found teeth and medallions
we're the ghost, yes
we're the ghost, yes
we're the ghost of Telluria
we haunt the hunted apple groves
and meadows of deliria
we come to the mountain where love flows eternal
we drink from the springs and cry out, clean and vernal:
"Corinthia, Corinthia, Corinthia,
I have followed you!
Corinthia, Corinthia, Corinthia,
I have summoned you!"