These ruined walls, what do they hide?
Who lives behind reinforced gates?

By means of force you’re seeking access
And curse me with the voices you evoke
Poised daggers scratching at the surface
Thy feral words are turning dust to smoke

I’ve licked my wounds until they bled
Onwards to emptiness she cried
In blood upon untrodden halls being led
Aware of nothing more I scryed

And I sought salvage form this carnage
But as I tried to speak - no voice
Arose - for voices kept me hostage
Behind loose stones – the ruin of my choice

These walls have heard my screams which now they echo
While I poke embers through the grate
As I sit all alone in my cold chamber I oft wonder
How long until you storm anew my gates?

These ruined walls, what do they hide?
Cast forth the charm and tear down the gates!