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A castle (from Latin castellum) is a type of fortified structure built in Europe and the Middle East during the Middle Ages by European nobility. Scholars debate the scope of the word castle, but usually consider it to be the private fortified residence of a lord or noble. This is distinct from a palace, which is not fortified; from a fortress, which was not always a residence for nobility; and from a fortified settlement, which was a public defence – though there are many similarities among these types of construction. Usage of the term has varied over time and has been applied to structures as diverse as hill forts and country houses. Over the approximately 900 years that castles were built they took on a great many forms with many different features, although some, such as curtain walls and arrowslits, were commonplace.
A European innovation, castles originated in the 9th and 10th centuries, after the fall of the Carolingian Empire resulted in its territory being divided among individual lords and princes. These nobles built castles to control the area immediately surrounding them, and were both offensive and defensive structures; they provided a base from which raids could be launched as well as protection from enemies. Although their military origins are often emphasised in castle studies, the structures also served as centres of administration and symbols of power. Urban castles were used to control the local populace and important travel routes, and rural castles were often situated near features that were integral to life in the community, such as mills and fertile land.
So you wait for those stars to align,
Do you take that,
I won't take that,
Blood and the lust and the moon drive me wild
Dear I've earned that,
You can't just have that
Cause there are fires in this heart lit for miles
When does this all get better,
Baby, I was born clever
Still I have a dead head in my hands
As I cry through the tremors
To believe this gets better.
No, no, no!
I don't want to write sad songs,
There's something better
Where's the sun, here it comes
Here it comes.
If you plan to leave by the door
Forget her
Is it done, is it done?
Keep me.
They will march to the beat of my drum
Lover's bite them,
Coward's need that
So I trace all the lines in this poem
Born with small hearts;
Love won't fix that.
Cause there are fires in this heart lit for miles
When does all this get better,
Baby, I was born clever
Still I have a dead head in my hands
As I cried through the tremors
To believe this gets better.
No, no, no!
I don't want to write sad songs,
There's something better
Where's the sun, here it comes
Here it comes.
If you plan to leave behind the door
Forget her
Is it done, is it done,
Are you done.
Oh, I have a dead head in my hands
When does all this get better?
Baby, I was born clever.
Cause there are fires in this heart lit for miles,
And I'll laugh through the tremors,
And believe this gets better.
No, no, no!
I don't want to write sad songs,
There's something better
Where's the sun, here it comes
Here it comes.
If you plan to leave behind the door
Forget her
Is it done, are you done,
Is it done?
I don't want to write sad songs,
There's something better
Where's the sun, here it comes
Here it comes.
If you plan to leave by the door
Forget her