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