What the phantom that stands before A formless substance I claim no more O shadowed soul o ghost of me I repent this philosophy
Am I Kull? Or his reflection dim A shadow cast of that distant king A strange whim of lesser form A far flung dream on moonbeams born
Gaze in to my mirrors, let wisdom fall Time strides onwards, nations fall Strange are my visions What is truth? The mirrors of Tuzun Thune
Earl or beggar, wizard or king Men desire just one thing Gold and power, or the thrill of war The single wisdom of stranger doorsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.