When All Is Withered And Torn

And All Has Perished And Fallen

These Great Wooden Doors Shall Remain Closed. . .



When The Heart Is A Grave Filled With Blood

And The Soul Is A Cold And Haunted Shall Of Lost Hope

When The Voice Of Pride Has Been Silenced

And Dignity's Fires Are But Cinders

. . .their Grandeur Shall Remain Untainted



It Is This Grandeur That Protects The Spirit Within

From The Plight Of This Broken World, From The Wounds In Her Song

I Wish To Die With My Will And Spirit Intact

The Will That Inspired Me To Write These Words

Seek Not The Fallen To Unlock These Wooden Doors