There is a silent man in a tower

Mute in a blinded world

Yet words dance on virgin lips

Freezing the winds of blood



Clad in layers of darkest velvet

Drenched in the gloomy light of dawn

...All Black



And in his wait for the grand finale

Standing atop of the stairs

From dawn to dusk his heart's a blaze



Uncovering words from an obsolete state of mind

Sharpen them! Turn them into arrows!

Descend into grief - Without a bow no arrows fly

...Bitter Black



Passing through the ebony archways

Hand in hand with the wisdom of stars

Wisdom dressed in blackest array



There is no man in that tower

Walking the shores in black

Bitter frost now bite the walls of hope

No traces in the sand...