Lyrics frantic bleep - but a memory

the king abdicates
in favor of one's son
ruined by the waves
of cold and distant spirals

in the corners
they were moulded
the two hailstorm
spears

with moat protection
from time immemorial

carvings bore testimony to
the three Circletowers

behind the rock walls
he mourned his children

deceived by the wrought-iron gates
four summers from the arrival

the watchmen
of the forest lands
went through with their task