Up on the hill they sit upon their thrones After dark they call for those without a home
Built by slaves on hollowed ground Their graves are lost and never found Ancient ones have always known They would all be ground to stone
Lost souls will rise At the toll of the bell All seeing eyes Don't try to fight There's no way out Forever trapped on hallowed ground
As the earth grows cold we hear the soundless cry Look beyond and realize the dead don't die
Through the years they've roamed the place Native sons of noble race Pain and suffering they felt From injustice they were dealt
Lost souls will rise At the toll of the bell All seeing eyes Don't try to fight There's no way out You're gonna die on hallowed ground
Few escaped to tell the tale Of this primeval horror I have fled, but am I free Or am I damned eternally?
After all these years we still can hear the sound Of the ancient ones who died on hallowed groundTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
