Victims of the renascence might Screamed in the dead of night The horror, the terror Ruler in Machiavellian days Stole all 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
Far behind these castle walls Glories and virtues fall Fall for the lunacy Deep inside where the time weep Tyranny is fast asleep In shadows, in echoes
Dim is the day for 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