Up on a mount, a grey shape to behold
Clad in mist, it arises
Towers and stairs, much too steep and too bold
Try not to spy over its walls, be foretold
Blaze and glory are gone long
Deadly and deep, withering moats scar the grounds
Dare yee swim, yee will perish
Drawbridges shut, ghostly guards make their rounds
Iron gates, like a hoard of wild hounds
Chains in wind sing in anguish
Yonder the gates, ancient ways lead inside
Guiding yee to the sanctum
Armours stand lifeless in rank and in file
Torches are blazing in dusky twilight
And I stride all alone
Through the grey halls of stone
Inside my fortress
And I stride all alone
Through the grey halls of stone
Inside my fortress
Old paintings tell stories of long bygone times
In once vivid colours, in reds and blues
The bridges were open, the gates they were wide
The fort, it stood noble and proud and new
The court, they were drinking and dancing along
Fair Maidens and knights, joined in spirit and song
Now I stride all alone
Through the grey halls of stone
Inside my fortress
And I stride all alone
Through the grey halls of stone
Inside my fortress
Climbing the stairs, up right up to the keep
Savage height, cruel ascension
There I can see them, in darkness so deep
Hundreds of strongholds send warnings and please
Silent, forsaken, I see them and weep
For I know that inside them still men go in grief
And they stride all alone
Through the grey halls of stone
Inside their fortress
And they stride all alone
Through the grey halls of stone
Inside their fortress