In this castle where I lay, With the angels and queens, As they bow down To pray. And in these dreams, Of which I sleep, My tormented soul, The demons shall keep. And with these thoughts, My pen does bleed, Onto parchment composed Of guilt and greed. And in this hell, Of which I dread, Upon a rock, I rest my head. And with these hopes, My wings spread high, In dreams of returning, To that castle in the sky