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