Wounded Kings The Private Labyrinth
Voices rise beyond the void
None can see behind these eyes
Darkness hides the dying light
The temple to the stars
Within the seventh circle
The final ruin lays
Behold the beckoning silence
Your private labyrinth
Hidden in shadow
You walk the endless path
Swathed in black
In silence you dwell
Forever reborn in immortal hell
Within the seventh circle
Within the crypt of rays
Behold the beckoning silence
Your final end of days
The black horizon looms before me
Souring aloft like a frozen sun
Eyes like tombs, I'm sinking in
A heart grown cold can never mourn...
