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