Victims of the renaissance
Might screamed in the dead of night
The horror, the terror
Ruler in machiavellian
Days stole all of 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

Soul's aglow in the darkest of
Hue miseries are still undue
Forever and ever
I caress the thickening
Air and all memories it bear
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 weeps
Tyranny is fast asleep
In shadows, in echoes

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

Dim is the day for the 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