Pale shines the moon above me
It lights my way through the desert night
How much further do I have to wander?
How much more must I sacrifice?

Mentioned only by the mad one
The nameless city - shunned by all
What awaits I can't imagine
In my thoughts the poet's words I recall:

"That is not dead which can eternal lie
And through strange aeons even death may die"

The wind Unspeakable so cold so cold
A presence in the dark the wind it tears my soul

Behind the walls Underneath the towers
Of this cursed city the horror I faced
Beyond belief I stared into the abyss
The Labyrinth The tombs of glass
Twisted and grotesque the demonic corpses
They looked at me with empty eyes
And I swear And I swear
I saw them move The mad poet
His words "That is not dead"