What is it I see ahead? I feel dark foreboding dread,
Shifting mists obscure my sight, dare I think that I can even fight?
Quietly, we silently, creep towards the Citadel,
Quietly, we silently, brace to charge the Spires of Hell!
In bygone age, this place once was, a shining City on a Hill
But with time there grew decay, now it is another Day.
How did this place fall from Grace, mired in disguise, façade?
Imposing illusion, building delusion, City of Arrogance and Pride!
Quietly, we silently, creep towards the Citadel,
Quietly, we silently, brace to charge the Spires of Hell!
High place strong, battlements of stone, fortified, impregnable,
Causeway wide, strewn with bones, final testament to the Ones.
Booby-traps are laid for us: Device to injure, trap to harm;
Our minds must be one, “Hold together!”, so we can stand against the storm.
Citadel, Spires of Hell, Castle dark, poisonous well!
Will you drink a bitter pill, and lose your mind to this hill?
Hard to reach, more so to conquer, is this shifting image in the mirror.
What you see causes fear, that’s the whole idea!
And yet there is a ray of hope, the smallest glimmer, almost lost;
A fatal flaw in this bulwark, Achilles’ Heel to cause its fall!
What is this I see ahead? I feel no dark, foreboding dread,
Shifting mists clear from sight, things look so different in the Light!
Citadel, Spires of Hell, Castle dark, poisonous well!
We see you now for what you are, your arrogance has laid you bare!
Citadel, Spires of Hell, Castle dark, poisonous well!
Will you drink, a bitter pill, and lose your mind to this hill?
