| Song | Halls and Chambers |
| Artist | Falconer |
| Album | Black Moon Rising |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Victims of the renascence might | |
| Screamed in the dead of night | |
| The horror, the terror | |
| Ruler in Machiavellian days | |
| Stole all their days away | |
| To darkness, to sadness | |
| I still see painful eyes, | |
| I still hear distant sighs | |
| Among shadows lingering on | |
| Gaze up high into the open sky | |
| From these halls and chambers | |
| To the moon and to the winds I cry | |
| Soul’s aglow in the darkest of hue | |
| Miseries are still undue | |
| Forever and ever | |
| I caress the thickening air | |
| And all memories it bear | |
| With yearning and longing | |
| Far behind these castle walls | |
| Glories and virtues fall | |
| Fall for the lunacy | |
| Deep inside where the time weep | |
| Tyranny is fast asleep | |
| In shadows, in echoes | |
| Dim is the day for grim and the grey | |
| As destiny’s proven unfair | |
| Fair as a fay is the dawning of the day | |
| At which I forlornly do gaze |
| Victims of the renascence might | |
| Screamed in the dead of night | |
| The horror, the terror | |
| Ruler in Machiavellian days | |
| Stole all their days away | |
| To darkness, to sadness | |
| I still see painful eyes, | |
| I still hear distant sighs | |
| Among shadows lingering on | |
| Gaze up high into the open sky | |
| From these halls and chambers | |
| To the moon and to the winds I cry | |
| Soul' s aglow in the darkest of hue | |
| Miseries are still undue | |
| Forever and ever | |
| I caress the thickening air | |
| And all memories it bear | |
| With yearning and longing | |
| Far behind these castle walls | |
| Glories and virtues fall | |
| Fall for the lunacy | |
| Deep inside where the time weep | |
| Tyranny is fast asleep | |
| In shadows, in echoes | |
| Dim is the day for grim and the grey | |
| As destiny' s proven unfair | |
| Fair as a fay is the dawning of the day | |
| At which I forlornly do gaze |
| Victims of the renascence might | |
| Screamed in the dead of night | |
| The horror, the terror | |
| Ruler in Machiavellian days | |
| Stole all their days away | |
| To darkness, to sadness | |
| I still see painful eyes, | |
| I still hear distant sighs | |
| Among shadows lingering on | |
| Gaze up high into the open sky | |
| From these halls and chambers | |
| To the moon and to the winds I cry | |
| Soul' s aglow in the darkest of hue | |
| Miseries are still undue | |
| Forever and ever | |
| I caress the thickening air | |
| And all memories it bear | |
| With yearning and longing | |
| Far behind these castle walls | |
| Glories and virtues fall | |
| Fall for the lunacy | |
| Deep inside where the time weep | |
| Tyranny is fast asleep | |
| In shadows, in echoes | |
| Dim is the day for grim and the grey | |
| As destiny' s proven unfair | |
| Fair as a fay is the dawning of the day | |
| At which I forlornly do gaze |