The Septentrional Tower

We came from far away

Beyond the death and cold

You forgot what you were fighting for

Sheltered by our lost shadow

Is where we spent those years

One by one, shattering your dreams

Sleeping in the comforting coldness

Of the darkest winter days

Emotions were frozen inside

Wounded by the verse

Of countless frozen nights

Could your inner flame warm your heart

Once I was sustained by this empire

Of coldness, of stillness, of silence

My feet were taking root through the stones and ice

Now rise, head for the tower

Where skies are closer

Now rise, head for the tower

To release the fire

We inherited

This lonely part of the earth

Under the spell of the Bleeding Moon

Awaiting the harvest with the wish

To gather the fruits from

The scattered seeds on a lunar soil

The meaning of hope we forgot

Blinded by the dark

Lost are all horizons

Wounded by the verse

Of countless frozen nights

Could your inner flame warm your heart

The Enigma of the Sphinx appears only

At the watershed of one’s destiny

Leave your past behind and you will find

The arcanes of wisdom, lost since the night of time

When the solstice of winter comes

The Tower rises to the Zenith Sun

It opens the way to the Gate of Gods

And one day the guiding star will shine on

Invading light, a new cycle has just begun

‘Remember a time

In the Garden of Forsaken Souls

Under the Bleeding Moon

You would remain motionless

The deformed reflections

You projected onto yourself

Left you petrified, without emotion, without soul

You shall resolve the enigma of your life and find your way

Or in the depths of the abyss, I will cast you away’

I belong to the sky and the stars are my eyes Feeling now the power of the Crystalline Light

From my inner flame, I shall be reborn

Heading for the tower to return where I belong

Listen to the voice that echoes from the sun

In the streams of eternity you shall hear my song