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
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