[A short poem about the Castle that was home to the lyricists during writing of this album]



700 years of cold nights it's been there

700 years of power fading away

Mysteries, enigmas steeped within its walls

Secret hidden never to be known



Like a massive Guardian

Crouched upon the hill

Windows look like eyes

Ramparts seem like teeth



A view of all around if sightless eyes could see

Industrial madness encroaching on its brief

Insidious decay

Nothing stops its spread



Don't bring down these walls

Don't destroy history

These old stones tell us so much

To fall would be an end to

Serenity, on the hill

Serenity, on the hill



See the life on the hills all around

Keep destruction at Bay

Don't surround us with modern things

Let history survive, keep industry away



Warm Summer Nights

Moonlight on the walls

Worlds are at peace

Please, let there be

Serenity, on the hill

Serenity, on the hill



Listen to the massage, a voice from the past

Heed its warning, this monuments won't last

Help to stay the plight of these ancient walls

Now the time to fight they must not fall



See how they stand

So majestical and free

Etched on the skyline

Our heritage for free

Serenity, now's the time

Serenity, peace of mind