The Grim Palace - Varathron

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!