Phantasmagoric hill of sadness
Beyond the toxic black clouds
A magnificent castle in flamboyant style
A monstrous mass of of ashlar and ice
With splendid gigantic aedicules
Framed with phallic columns and
Mysterious blind arcading, with
Misericordian decorated frescoes
A sanctuary for ceremonial unholyness
An invitation to the realm of darkness
I am alone in my dark castle
Standing in the dep catacombs
Searching for new inspiration amongst
This cryptic sanctuary of meditation
The gathering place of raddled bats
Watching through the rose-window, feeling
The presence of a menacing air, possessing
A voluptuous face, enters the black chamber
The tenebrous architectural rules of decoration
It's in the end of ancient time of Saltire
Turning back to the perpendicular tabernacle
