- Meet me glassy eyed, blind, and divine
- on the coast of a hill there it lise, crumbling castle
- not do time not to man, crumbling castle
- in a way far for land it may be, crumbling castle
- i have heard of the lands to the side
- under the void it resides
- Are we safe in our citadel?
- On this very day, in one thousand
- Years the earth will be relative to the
- Sun and the moon and a new world will be
- Created, I know because it is written here
- in a way i sway back and forth
- I’m brittle as an aged human being
- I don’t want nothing but to live on
- The ache inside my keep spurs me on
- I don’t want to be visible