Wounded Kings In The Chapel Of The Black Hand
It waits for me beyond the mist
The iron gates reach to the sky
An apparition in my dreams
A shining light draws me inside
Something lurks in the shadows
It lays in wait in this chapel
Something moves beyond my vision
an ancient evil in the darkness
Am I to be the sacrifice
the altar bathed in candlelight
A figure rises from the tomb
Its withered hand has sealed my doom
Evil surrounds you in the darkness
Evil awaits you in the shadows
The body is gone, but the head needs the soul
The heart no longer beats, but still you long for more
The body is gone, but the head needs the soul
The heart no longer beats, but still the blood it flows
