In ancient writings a tale was told About the secrets within the shrine It told of treasures and endless might Behind the portal it still resides
Dead but dreaming the serpent waits Hear its calling
Eloquent whispers with wicked tongues From stranger aeons where death may die Spread through dominions of mortal souls Their prideful natures enticed by lies
Dead but dreaming the serpent waits Hear its calling
Rise up from the deep
From north men travelled to seek the truth About the secrets within the shrine All hope abandoned they entered hell Beneath the surface they all shall die
From its slumber the serpent wakes Hear its crawlingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
