The Grim Palace

Leaden once but now grey - green
 Because of the years
 King Sarrob's tower rise
 In the background dark, thick clouds
 In the foothills of an inaccessible mountain
 Which leans and its shadow covers
 A dead forest that the imbeciles has burned
 Streams full of lichen and moss
 Full of frogs which with their voice.
 Like being the ones who centuries ago listened
 To the mystical ritual of the people that glorified
 The dark lords like being a message for those to come,
 And those to dethrone.
 Shadow and silence wrap like a shroud
 (the everlasting) castle, the king's tower
 You hear only the wind blast
 Like an eternal conqueror with his whip!
 Whipping walls rising
 Wishing to demolish
 Wishing to liberate souls
 Worth of eternal peace!
 Here then lives a love
 The king looking at the palaces (frescoes).
 Looking at the unspeakable figures
 Which slide on damp walls!
 (The) nights that the full moon call you
 (to its kingdom)
 Recollecting mystical rites
 Sung for them who live beyond (galaxies)
 Beyond the forest of stars!
 Sing the strange hymn - sing the hypnotic psalm!
 The damned king Sarrob
 The ruler whose dreams
 Are occupied by full of nightmares
 His tortured soul seeks for salvation!
 His thoughts deep in bottomless wells
 His will dead and incapable
 In front of the kingship of his wild rush
 Like a living dead who looks for that
 Which will bring him back to life
 Like a wandering soul in
 The labyrinth of knowledge
 Seeking for the key of eternal truth!
 Leaden once but now grey - green
 Because of the years
 King Sarrob's tower rise
 In the background dark, thick clouds
 In the foothills of an inaccessible mountain
 Which leans and its shadow covers
 A dead forest that the imbeciles had burned
 Streams full of lichen and moss
 Full of frogs which with their voice!
 Sing the strange hymn!
 Sing the hypnotic psalm!