Spirits infect these ruins A chill falls down the spine Work that has taken many moons Pillar to the pride divine
A towering structure Painted red by the slaves Symbol of the ruling impure Mortar tombs in place of graves
An empire's people oppressed Losing their sanity The rulers fear the obsessed Ghosts of a morbid reality
Fearing for life they cower Self-worth is no more Rebellion feared by power Mutilated to the core
Rise, my Liches Truly insane Rise, my Liches Immortal with pain
Submit yourselves to the Fallen's might Useless to resist or fightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
