As you look through my window
deep into my room
at the tapestries all faded
their vague and distant glories
concealed in the gloom
The icy fingers of forgotten passions
softly brushing my lips
at the tips of my primitive soul
As you look through my door
deep into my room
can you feel the mighty wall of power
it's waiting, waiting in the gloom
The distant shadows of forgotten champions
those who live in me still
and will rise when we challenge and kill
Born again
You'll be born again