Clepsydra - The Cloister lyrics

The open archways sound of loneliness The yellow walls colour your shadows The shouting brains echoes in the square Forbidden ground draws the eyes A pace sounds like heavy clogs on the floor The columns are moisten with scoring hans sweat The wooden ceiling is a weigh for my mind The light tries hard to reach the inner side From time to time the bell reminds you seclusion They tech you an open mind on that closed court Centuries have gone but the days still have to come The smell of the chalk goes into your skin The stained-gla** windows that point at the sky Are not so fragile as the age in which I live... ... the age of gla** The stained-gla** windows that point at the sky Are not so fragile as the age in which I live... ... the age of gla**