This battlement with the thorn leading up to the stars
Has magic power and strength
It is the fortress full of the wise souls and fabulous
I look up the elders
And their narration
It is possible to see the witchcraft
But I look for another powers,
Power for recognizing my prophecy
The langour embraces me in this rooms,
These walls know more
Their eyes go through the night
But the sublimity still stays
Only more powerful charm can gain this tower
It will stay spun round by the grey shadows
Forever in my dreams