And on the quest of night Determined to fight Lost in the crowd With lost peace 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 unkind 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