Absentminded I stride forth
Heading towards the north
The haunting beautiful scenery of my lands
The castle designed by my own hands
The bog I crossed and defeated
Drifting further
Dwelling through my realm.
Lakes frozen and black as the cosmos
Stars that died years ago
Still shimmer through their stuttering waves, and
Deep below the surface grim dimensions lie, (where)
Monstrous abominations reign over the seas
Now at the portals I've arrived
The ancient hallways of which I've been deprived
Stained glass windows shriek like crystalline razors
And the wind plays the chant of the dead...
Yet in these grey chambers
The alluring smell of my scriptorium
Books fermenting upon the shelves
Awaiting my scrutinous gaze
Awaiting the call of their master
Dank are the pathways to exaltation
And dark is the road to relief...