Beyond the outer reaches
Of the city in the sky
The mothmen carried him
On gilded wing
The young prince of Dryystn has died

So sound out, sound out
The teardrops fall from your eyes
So sound out, sound out

The mothmen carried him
On glided wing

So sound out, sound out
The teardrops fall from your eyes
So sound out, sound out
The young prince of Dryystn has died