Moving my slow steps on the muddy stairs,
amongst the ruins of the castle of grief,
lair of the last immortal king.
i've read that there's an ancient scroll hidden in
the dungeon of this olden place,where there are
written in draconian blood the invocations to summon
the demons of fantasy.
the castle and the swampy forest around are located in a
dimension outside ours.
if we open the gates of fantasy,for the reality there
will be no turning back.
the path of the silent nights could be forever opened under
the silent moon