The castle of my dreams has the purple windows.
Through this windows you can not see the widows,
only you can see are strange shadows
walking through the mirrors.
The thunder and an angel announce
a galactic storm with extremely changes
for all creatures in our false world.
The mining camp is empty, someone have taken all gold.
These are the same people who have stolen
our freedom, our mind.
I know one thing about this life
that the simple wishes never comes.
Only salvation is that you must escape from your mind
because the mind create wishes.
The castle of my dreams is defending us
from our screams, our fears.
The castle of my dreams is made
by our diamond tears.