Beyond the gate of steel Buried by many centuries A King is towering on the throne Amid the cold walls of his abandoned fortress
Kingdom of rust and marble Where servants with rodents´ teeth Feast in the oaken shrines And crush crumbling bones to dust
Symbol of humility stands proudly on the tower Enslaved by words and empty phrases Only a certain way leads under the ground Where it awaits every one of us
Grey walls are covered with inscriptions In long forgotten languages They invoke glory of the death Rising with the sound of the last trumpetsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
