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Above the troubled sky, too far for us to see,

are endless realms - oh so free!

When the days seem grey and dead,

far away you want to run!

To the endless weald - under the turning of the sun.

Lords of untamable forces,

White Fortress!

Chasing the winds, under a starlit sky

where the silver eye is resting - so pale and dry.

But it’s gleam is reflecting - back into the night!

There I’ll take over - the castles shining bright!

But no one is able to besiege,

the stronghold out of reach!

Above the troubled sky, too far for us to see,

are endless realms - oh so free!

When the days seem grey and dead,

far away you want to run!

To the endless weald - under the turning of the sun.

But no one is able to besiege,

the stronghold out of reach!