To western sites I retreat, so dark and so deep.
In a winter palace my soul bleeds, in a battle field my body splits.
To eastern sites I retreat, so dark and so deep.
Distant ghosts echoes my voice, heavy machines run with big noises.
To southern sites I retreat, so dark and so deep.
Pale moons cast their spells, fading lights close to my hell.
To northern sites I retreat, so dark and so deep.