Residing in a Kingdom Now Lost

I am the sun And I am the moon I am the winter chill On the first day of June The dark mystery That lies in the sea As my heart yearns To truly be free As the flames of the old Burns on with passion Till my heart grows cold I crush the empires and crumble walls of stone I burn the villages of those below I am the dark And I am the cold The blood of the ancients That can never be sold The spirit of our ancestors The storm that rages on The fragments of a broken past Forgotten by name Possessed by times of old Immortal soul of the cold Centuries of wisdom at a cost Residing in a kingdom now lost