Lirama

There is a silent man in a tower
Mute in a blinded world
Yet words dance on virgin lips
Freezing the winds of blood
Clad in layers of darkest velvet
Drenched in the gloomy light of dawn
...all black

And in his wait for the grand finale
Standing atop of the stairs
From dawn to dusk his heart's ablaze

Uncovering words from
An obsolete state of mind
Sharpen them
Turn them into arrows
Descend into grief
Without a bow no arrows fly
Bitter (bitter)
Black (black)
Bitter (bitter)
Black (black)
All is dark

Passing through the ebony archways(-passing through the ebony archways)
Hand in hand with the wisdom of stars (hand in hand with the wisdom of stars)
Wisdom dressed in the blackest array(... wisdom dressed in the blackest array...)

There is no man in that tower
Walking the shores in black
Bitter frost now bites the walls of hope
No traces in the sand