Fair Sex The Palace Of The Bad
And on the quest of night determined to fight
Lost in the crowd with lost peae of mind
And the biting hunger to wade eternity will never cease
and the thirst won't be quenched
And no rest and no relief
In the castle of hate in the tower of contempt
In the fortress of pain in the temple of the damned
In the stronghold of lies in the citadel of black
In the house of unkinds in the palace of the bad
On the borders of night the sight of twinkling lights
The vastness of space the shudder of delight
Are but fleeting moments of soon vanishing bliss
And the strain of the world will then return
And the ever grinding grip
