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The life is fake, the Priest tells lies

The sun has gone

The world is mine, the Angel cries

Caught in his spell

I see his eyes, full of fire

Without his faith

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide

Walk of shame

Tomb of creatures

Sand of dead

Tomb of creatures

Sand of dead

“Why should I not hate mine enemies, if I love them does that not place me at their misery?”

Dark is rites, the lord is rough

The house is cursed

Speak to traitor, face the fire

Kill the liar

I see his eyes, full of fire

Without his faith

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide

Walk of shame

Tomb of creatures

Sand of dead

Tomb of creatures

Sand of dead