In the Gardens of Knight (includes Doom)

Mood ym,suht,eb llahs ti,edirb ym dna
Wob detnals a ni eb lliw daeh ym,em tub
Stnec htiw pu dellif stekcop sah ohw nam a ot
Ecneh ereh yl'pah deirram eb ll'uoy,enuJ emoc
Moolba lla eb ll'uoy,noos taht rebmemer
Won eb yam uoy reverehw,evol ym
Bmot ym retne ot dellac emit eht rof
Em gnidnuoh ohce eht,gnur dah sllactac tub
Gnis ot ton deggeb I gnos a deworc kcoc eht
Gnil-a-gnilc syek eht draeh I,noos tub
Bmow yad rettal a rof llew ssap d'yeht
Em gnidnuorrus,sllaw etercnoc eht dna
Revo eb ot noos saw efil ym rof
Gninruom ylimaf ym draeh I edistuo dna
Yad eht rof elims a htiw detraped dah
Yats ot rof degnol I dneirf a,nooM eht
RebotcO fo nroM driht-ytnewt eht
Gninrom eht ni,ylrae esor nus eht

I've heard tales told of towers, that pierce the highest heavens
That touch the coldest clouds, that stand above the valleys
And in the highest room, where the widest window beckons
Is alas, a maiden sleeping, clothed in otherworldy challis

And the years roll by in hundreds, the valleys shift formation
But yet she lays unmoving, time forbidden so to touch
Her eyes forever wanting freedom from her station
With touch, she will awaken, with her knight, to her side rushed

And I wish to that same heaven, that same heaven pricked-by-tower
That I could claim the title of a knight in shining armor
With one unburdened kiss would unlock all your hours
And you to the ship down by the harbor

And sailing to my country, where my coventry awaits us
As the churchbells ring in celebration, calling out the praises
Where safety guarantees you, a life away from jailers
Where your arms will wrap around me, as a priest concludes his phrases

But that's not me at all, someone's beat me to the punch
I can see the gate's been opened, the room upstairs is vacant
And the ship down by the harbor, has sailed, not leaving much
And the dust across the bedsheets tells me that your time is ancient

Still, I hear you say

"In the Gardens, you will find me
In the Gardens, I will be
In the Gardens, you will mind me
In the Gardens, we'll be free"

So goodnight sleeping beauty, may your dreams not be my nightmares
May your prince charming be the king that wasn't taken over
And may your children grow, in the land of summer fanfares
And keep me in your prayers, this now purposeless rover

And your tales told of towers, that pierce the highest heavens
That touch the coldest clouds, that stand above the valleys
And in the highest room, where the widest window beckons
Is alas, a maiden sleeping, clothed in otherworldy challis

Too late
For you