歌词
Pale shines the moon above me
It lights my way through the desert night
How much further do
I have to wander?
How much more must
I sacrifice?
Mentioned only by the mad one
The nameless city - shunned by all
What awaits
I can't imagine
In my thoughts the poet's words
I recall: "That is not dead which can eternal lie And through strange aeons even death may die..."
The wind...
Unspeakable... so cold... so cold...
A presence... in the dark... the wind... it tears my soul
Behind the walls...
Underneath the towers...
Of this cursed city... the horror
I faced...
Beyond belief...
I stared into the abyss...
The Labyrinth...
The tombs of glass...
Twisted and grotesque... the demonic corpses.
They looked at me... with empty eyes...
And I swear...
And I swear...
I saw them move.
The mad poet...
His words... "That is not dead..."