I know not where I was born Save this castle, all memories are dust Dark pa**ages and shadowy solitude Measureless time amongst infinity of d**h No moon or sun to illuminate My caliginous realm of gloom No sense of self or identity The only answer is to climb To seek the sky Beneath the keep, a labyrinth Of nighted silence: dark, oppressive air My sole reality in crumbled books Forsaken cycle as a long-forgotten man No mirrors or gla** to illuminate My undiscovered reflection No faith in purpose or philosophy All that’s left is to climb Behold the light Urge to ascend the black, ruined tower Or meet my end Free from my imprisonment I come upon A venerable ivied castle My eyes baptised by the sight of my kin Desperate for contact, I cross over the sill Unwholesome clamor and panic erupt The guests fleeing from a horror unknown With arms outstretched To a carrion thing before me Unnameable creature My touch collides with polished gla** It’s me