Wounded Kings Gates Of Oblivion
The freezing dusk is closing in
Like a slow trap of steel
You feel your mind is cracking at the seams
In this frozen grip of hell
The skies are weeping blood
As the sirens slowly scream
The faces in the shadow
Stay hidden in my dreams
The black fog is rising again
Like a cold shroud of hate
The longing for salvation overwhelms your
broken soul
In the nine circles of hell
The skies are weeping blood
As the sirens slowly scream
The faces in the shadow
Stay hidden in my dreams
Desire for a world beyond this
Relinquish your soul to the black abyss
Desire for a world beyond this
Relinquish your soul to Lucifer's kiss
Desire for a world beyond this
Relinquish your soul to death's embrace
