Through Ebony Archways
There is a silent man in a towerMute in a blinded worldYet words dance on virgin lipsFreezing the winds of blood
Clad in layers of darkest velvetDrenched in the gloomy light of dawn...All Black
And in his wait for the grand finaleStanding atop of the stairsFrom dawn to dusk his heart's a blaze
Uncovering words from an obsolete state of mindSharpen them! Turn them into arrows!Descend into grief - Without a bow no arrows fly...Bitter Black
Passing through the ebony archwaysHand in hand with the wisdom of starsWisdom dressed in blackest array
There is no man in that towerWalking the shores in blackBitter frost now bite the walls of hopeNo traces in the sand...