Damn the betrayer and the betrayed Ethereal hands they grab hold and twist their mind Promised to, the king of sand whispered words of doom An old curse to wake and enslave the human race
Black magic it grips them, and bends their will They struggle and they writhe, to loosen the chains Bides his time in solitude, now we're impatient One day he will return to rule it all
From a place beyond this realm of flesh and blood The puppeteer pulls the string, they march to his desire Now the ???? stacks the stones as the souls erode His empire will rise despite his opposition to the gods grand design
Black magic it grips them, and bends their will They struggle and they writhe, to loosen the chains Bides his time in solitude, now we're impatient One day he will return to rule it all
Ancient tones, hallowed words as forgotten fonts An intricate web we weave to find his gold Supernatural form, delight with the mortal wheel Howls of anger as shackles tear his strings away
Black magic it grips them, and bends their will They struggle and they writhe, to loosen the chains Bides his time in solitude, now we're impatient One day he will return to rule it allTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
