A black castle perched at a great height Just barely out of the reach of me The tower no different than any other night So dark that itβs quite natural not to see Yet my eyes are keen to this sort of sight Secrets spill into my head rather lazily But sit stagnant and take no form, no flight So I carry myself quite lackadaisically On this night it seemed the absence of light Had reached levels of terribly high But open your eyes, you could and you might See Tour Noire, black tower in the sky