| Song | Gormenghast |
| Artist | Fruupp |
| Album | Modern Masquerades |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| The darkness winds between the ancient stars. | |
| That light the sky. | |
| The stars are bright but doomed to die. | |
| And far below the brooding castle lies. | |
| The crumbling towers, they too must die. | |
| But deep inside… a baby cries. | |
| The infant boy must learn the rules of life. | |
| How things must be, too young to see. | |
| He holds the key. | |
| But soon the child begins to grow. | |
| A prince to rule. | |
| A web of stone. | |
| He feels alone… Gormenghast. | |
| And time continues endlessly. | |
| The boy becomes a man. | |
| He must escape the fate which he begun. | |
| The nights prolong, the days are gone. | |
| The darkness is as one. | |
| But through the shadows' Titus sees the Sun. | |
| So jumping on his horse he rode away. | |
| They watched him go, | |
| Their faces grey, and it was day. | |
| Off he rides toward the world, | |
| He's left his past, his steed is fast, | |
| He's free at last… Gormenghast. |
| The darkness winds between the ancient stars. | |
| That light the sky. | |
| The stars are bright but doomed to die. | |
| And far below the brooding castle lies. | |
| The crumbling towers, they too must die. | |
| But deep inside a baby cries. | |
| The infant boy must learn the rules of life. | |
| How things must be, too young to see. | |
| He holds the key. | |
| But soon the child begins to grow. | |
| A prince to rule. | |
| A web of stone. | |
| He feels alone Gormenghast. | |
| And time continues endlessly. | |
| The boy becomes a man. | |
| He must escape the fate which he begun. | |
| The nights prolong, the days are gone. | |
| The darkness is as one. | |
| But through the shadows' Titus sees the Sun. | |
| So jumping on his horse he rode away. | |
| They watched him go, | |
| Their faces grey, and it was day. | |
| Off he rides toward the world, | |
| He' s left his past, his steed is fast, | |
| He' s free at last Gormenghast. |
| The darkness winds between the ancient stars. | |
| That light the sky. | |
| The stars are bright but doomed to die. | |
| And far below the brooding castle lies. | |
| The crumbling towers, they too must die. | |
| But deep inside a baby cries. | |
| The infant boy must learn the rules of life. | |
| How things must be, too young to see. | |
| He holds the key. | |
| But soon the child begins to grow. | |
| A prince to rule. | |
| A web of stone. | |
| He feels alone Gormenghast. | |
| And time continues endlessly. | |
| The boy becomes a man. | |
| He must escape the fate which he begun. | |
| The nights prolong, the days are gone. | |
| The darkness is as one. | |
| But through the shadows' Titus sees the Sun. | |
| So jumping on his horse he rode away. | |
| They watched him go, | |
| Their faces grey, and it was day. | |
| Off he rides toward the world, | |
| He' s left his past, his steed is fast, | |
| He' s free at last Gormenghast. |