At the dawn of the dark age holding in hand the keys of Sion The pontiff of sacred empire had countless doors to unlock Many were the theasures scattered on the blessed grounds Thus the kingdom fell in a maelstrom of strife and plunder
Inquisitions spread over the hallowed realm of Canaan Oppressing with ferocity hundreds of places of worship
Surrounded by the amber waves of the perpetual wasteland A fortified temple of stone was besieged by the holy knights Keeper of empyrean mysteries hidden in the sea of the sands Was overhelmed by the cold steel and the judgment flames
In the dephts of the underground faraway from a mortal sight Ancient parchments were kept on the altar of forgotten time
Shattered the gate of the sanctum raising their swords to the sky The cavalry broke into courtyard followed by a frightful war cry Useless were the prayers of surrender before their mighty passage No living soul was spared from the red crossed demons of carnage
The pyres were lit at the nighfall painting the dunes with vermilion The dead were tossed into ravenous flames turning to wake of ashes
The halls covered with blood were ravaged for scriptures and gold The darkness fell upon the temple leaving behind the scent of doom
Nestled in the stillness of dungeon the altar of the lost firmament Was carried out to be conveyed till the heart of the imperial landTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
