Something Is Marching Straight To Myself
Still I Am Ruling My Castle Of Dust.
Everything Sleep. All Is Gone,
Turning The Dust Into Stone.
Something Is Marching Straight To Myself
Still I Am Ruling My Castle Of Dust.
Forlorn I'm Singing A Cry To The Cold
Tell Me The Story, Tell Me That Place
What's About Where You Come From
How Many Realms You Destroyed
How Many Realms Live By Your Light
Without The Missing Of Past
Even This Day It's The Last
Something Is Marching To The Skyline Above
Still I Am Ruling My Castle Of Ice.
Forlorn I'm Sleeping 'Till The Sun Will Araise