Tytuł: Marahaja palace

• Wykonawca: Brainstorm
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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