Through the Gates of Serpithia
 Beyond the icy thaws and stagnant soils
 Loe and behold the mighty palace
 Perched above and beyond all things mortal
 Gleaming a crest all fathomed splendor
 Shining above the darkness divine
 With a ravishing dream, unholy, immortal
 Encompassing affliction, yet the Gods concede
 Immaculate ascension for the scribes to see
 
 As of and shown by the eyes of Rashor
 Is it an illusion of the spell of Trantor
 Thought of and sought after by generations
 Only to be crushed by ill veneration
 Quelled and summoned by divisible freedom
 Embarking on a journey to the Invisible Kingdom
 In crested and chambered past the tombs of Turill
 Invested by labor to create the throne of Krill
 
 The summon of Drun
 A princess to guide
 To fashion Senton
 The passion of Cron
 
 Transparent shadows cover the forgotten passage
 Illusions to capacitate the channeling forms
 Voiced in ashes whispered across the mist
 Shadows of the morrow reflected and trodden
 So far away yet so inclusive
 Transcending the tears set a cast
 Coiled in a universe theatre
 Astral connection of infinite link
 Orbital detection to constellate the maze
 
 Through the Gates of Serpithia
 Beyond thee, I see
 
 The frail have failed, the strong praise in song
 Here within the Invisible Kingdom (4X)