[A short poem about the Castle that was home to the lyricists during writing of this album]      700 years of cold nights it's been there   700 years of power fading away   Mysteries, enigmas steeped within its walls   Secret hidden never to be known      Like a massive Guardian   Crouched upon the hill   Windows look like eyes   Ramparts seem like teeth      A view of all around if sightless eyes could see   Industrial madness encroaching on its brief   Insidious decay   Nothing stops its spread      Don't bring down these walls   Don't destroy history   These old stones tell us so much   To fall would be an end to   Serenity, on the hill   Serenity, on the hill      See the life on the hills all around   Keep destruction at Bay   Don't surround us with modern things   Let history survive, keep industry away      Warm Summer Nights   Moonlight on the walls   Worlds are at peace   Please, let there be   Serenity, on the hill   Serenity, on the hill      Listen to the massage, a voice from the past   Heed its warning, this monuments won't last   Help to stay the plight of these ancient walls   Now the time to fight they must not fall      See how they stand   So majestical and free   Etched on the skyline   Our heritage for free   Serenity, now's the time   Serenity, peace of mind