Reclusive deserted walls

Empty towers empty rooms

Cling on to a grandiose past

Your schemes will seal your fate

Quicksand endless rock

Surrounding island of stone

tideless sea, twisted woods

Tower of Flints, a pack of owls

No more a prisoner between these walls

No more a slave to your rituals and rules

In this crumbling broken line of towers

In this sprawling castle and it’s owls

If I’m destined to live in this ruin

I won’t let this castle stay frozen

Senile nobles, meaningless titles

Traditions forgotten, rules that are pointless