Victims of the renascence might
Screamed in the dead of night
The horror, the terror

Ruler in Machiavellian days
Stole all their days away
To darkness, to sadness

I still see painful eyes
I still hear distant sighs
Among shadows lingering on

Gaze up high into the open sky
From these halls and chambers
To the moon and to the winds I cry

Souls aglow in the darkest of hue
Miseries are still undue
Forever and ever

I caress the thickening air
And all the memories it bears
With yearning and longing

I still see painful eyes
I still hear distant sighs
Among shadows lingering on

Gaze up high into the open sky
From these halls and chambers
To the moon and to the winds I cry

Far behind these castle walls
Glories and virtues fall
Fall for the lunacy

Deep inside where the time weep
Tyranny is asleep
In shadows, in echoes

I still see painful eyes
I still hear distant sighs
Among shadows lingering on

Dim is the day for grim and the grey
As destiny's proven unfair
Fair as a fay is the dawning of the day
At which I forlornly do gaze

Up high into the open sky
From these halls and chambers
To the moon and to the winds I cry

Gaze up high into the open sky
From these halls and chambers
To the moon and to the winds I cry

Gaze up high into the open sky
From these halls and chambers
To the moon and to the winds I cry