This twisted wretched place shadowed by the utmost
darks of hell
In dreams of black beyond the bounds of a withered
witch's spell
Where the doors surely are locked when the sun
threatens to wane
Where shamblers dwell in dim moon light beyond the
warmth of day
Liars line the roads at dawn
Watchful eyes are upon you held
Sacred weapons to the sacred revealed to be unleashed
Upon the council of hell

Blood flows down the streets at night where wolves cry out for flesh
Where a horrible curse taints the woodlands nearby
with the forms of the walking dead
Unholy inversion of hope twisting the faith of the
meek into hate
Driven insane by the dark one to bring forth the foul biddings he speaks
The undead are among us at dawn they shrink back to their silken beds
They dance by night and drink the blood of a child's broken neck
His spires are growing taller still his shadows
spreading throughout the land freeing the evils that sleep within the weaker minds of man

(solo)

Into the tower never go the horrors multiply
The gears can mince the strongest ones leaving heroes paralyzed
The rivers flow with poison
The sands swallow you whole
The ghouls that roam this darkened wood are thirsting for your throat

Unholy inversion of hope twisting the faith of the
meek into hate
Driven insane by the dark one to bring forth the foul biddings he speaks
The undead are among us at dawn they shrink back to their silken beds
They dance by night and drink the blood of a child's broken neck
His spires are growing taller still his shadows
spreading throughout the land freeing the evils that sleep within the weaker minds of man