Late night at the fortress, high, Higher than a kite in the sky, Surrounded by people smelling of piss and sweat Dirty walls holding tears of it's thousand inmates. Segregated and kept separated Beaten and tortured until broken Locked in these cells like animals, who don't cooperate, Spend forever here on charges of crimes against the state. Blades run for those who disobey, Killing all that comes on it's way, Chains bind them to their doom, Going mad together in this tomb. My mind's intoxicated, all my senses blurred Thoughts pummel my head, bordering on the absurd I need to get to Raven,I need to fortify her But the visions in front me form a constant blur. Inside the cages filled with golden canaries, These walls hide their most priced possession, A hundred year old bard, With long flowing hairs and beard Whiter than Gandalf, from the darkness appeared Growling in a voice, strong enough to persuade even the purest To melt even the strongest And to cure even the sickest. Blinded by the light, I bow down on one knee And listen to Orpheus go on a recitation spree.