(Words by Countess Axylides, tune by Zander Nyrond)

The city of masks calls me out of the night.
Shadows are rising, white star ships take flight,
But I am enthralled here, the law holds me tight.
I may not leave though my journey is right.

The city of masks binds me here on the ground.
I run through its walkways, my feet make no sound.
I flee from the presence of lords who have found
They cannot release me for I am unbound.

I am the Cloak of the Dragon who dies,
The Flesh of the Spirit who, suffering, flies.
This is the grave where my tortured soul cries,
This is the doom that on my spirit lies...