On the top of a Hill, surrounded by the sea
There was a castle built by limpid stones.
Nothing could be unseen.

A lady resides the Castle, alone and cursed
Exposed in endless lucidity
Every minute of her life could be seen

(Narrative 01)
They observed all of her days
There was shame in those eyes
Her wish is to run away, brake that walls
Which in the past she called it home

Run to a distant place, where she could live
In her holy privacy - Forever and ever and ever

Prying eyes
So hungry,
Repressing
Of scorn
Prying eyes
So hungry,
Repressing
Of scorn

(Narrative 02)
In a fury time the lady forgot everything and everyone around
Started destroying the castle of glass
Many people was around the castle
With curiosity in their face

Splinters going everywhere
The castle felt into ruins
Now the lady and the lookers-on
Are gone

(Narrative 03)
Finally the lady could fly away
From those curiosity eyes... that hunted her

Composição: Keyler/Navarrro/Carmine