Within my castle walls an aged lady resides br Where time grows bored with sorrows mark br She emerges from broken glass and cries br Then with one last scream she devours my heart br The lady of Vitrium br br I know a lady, cracked and broken br They say her beauty captured stars br And her lips poured out words of wisdom br The lady trapped in this bell jar br br Before a mirror she practices her crafts br Weaving fires and sins into her skin br And on a bed of glass she screams and she laughs br Thy lady tears the blackened coal within br br Her purity and care dost radiates br A stunning jewel scathing their eyes br But behind the black veil I will await br Because my lady is none but another liebr br Lydia Chanbr br