Through Ebony Archways کے بول

There is a silent man in a tower Mute in a blinded world Yet words dance on virgin lips Freezing the winds of blood Clad in layers of darkest velvet Drenched in the gloomy light of dawn ...All Black And in his wait for the grand finale Standing atop of the stairs From dawn to dusk his heart's a blaze Uncovering words from an obsolete state of mind Sharpen them! Turn them into arrows! Descend into grief - Without a bow no arrows fly ...Bitter Black Passing through the ebony archways Hand in hand with the wisdom of stars Wisdom dressed in blackest array There is no man in that tower Walking the shores in black Bitter frost now bite the walls of hope No traces in the sand...