Nights falling
Chaos rising
whispering lights â in the moving sky
no reason to sleep
no reason to wake up
to wake up â and try
my mirror become a window
to the Tower where the Ghost shall be
between a field of bloodred flowers
stand the ghost, like the blackend wounded tree
ghosttower is my destiny
the ghost â fled accross â the endless desert
myself is followed by â his whispering
i'm on my knees â like a prisoner
deep down in dirt â am i a prisoner â a prisoner
of my own?
Ideals changed to obsession
proudness turns to treachery, treachery
my mirror become a window
to the Tower where my Ghost shall be
between a field of bloodred flowers
stand my ghost, like my destiny
ghosttower is where i shall be â i shall be â i shall be
Ghosttower â sets me free
why shoud i enter â the hall of my sins
behind the door â its starts again
behind the door â its starts again
why shoud i enter
GHOSTTOWER