| Lyrics: | Prisoners are guided through the golden halls of the palace of the souls.
Fairytales that have
lost their gruesome origin by being handed down from
generation to generation.
Down in
the darkest silence
just hear a lonely laughter
Except the sound of violence
Where the
dagger rules the king
One hundred million people wrong
Don't be afraid to bare your
soul
They clean the streets of scum
with darkness in their eyes
Afraid, that I don't
know where,
of memories gone forever
The reason why I still care
blinded by the
light
On golden gates you read the words
Reminding you of your memories
forever lost in
the dungeon's might
Your screaming's my laughter,
a golden disaster
I'll take you
forever
down where hell is
Now callin' my keeper,
my pleasure, soul reaver
A bitter
taste of my deep, dark palace
Of female voices singin',
Where diamond glasses are
shining,
When eagle-wings are bringing
you to my paradise
In a thousand stories a golden
history
one left, tells you the true story,
of eastern religious slaves
Under a
half-moon
blood and wine so colored red,
Last drink for your lifetime
two different
stories,
one hero's dead
Together on your way
no pleasure but you'll stay,
but
never will decay
Now you know where hell is
now you are my keeper,
my pleasure, soul
reaver
a bitter taste of my deep, dark palace
ruler of the palace |
