Realm of the Damned
In the night the knives did fly
Now an echo of the past, the voices are gone
Streets were full of renegades,
Half deceased and half remain:
Parade of undead
Leather, chains wearing the crown
Now there’s nothing but decay, the memories fade
You will hear that they were there
Swear before the ancient gods,
As legends once told…
Streets drown with stories
In the realm of the damned
The city recalling
Where the underdog reigns
Someone set the church on fire,
Laughing at the graveyard gates,
A nun on the run
While the cross changes upside down
Years gone by, but she still cries
And prays for her life
Now a lifeless corpse alive
In his veins is set a jam of plaster and dust
He’s not missing the old days
Can’t remember his own name
We owe him respect
Streets drown with stories
In the realm of the damned
The city recalling
Where the underdog reigns
Pocket knives stabbing the night
While the terror reigned around in alleys of death
Broken souls walking the edge.
Half deceased and half remain:
Parade of undead
All the temples made for loud
In destruction found a place, torn down to the ground
Faded posters and stray cats
Now in ruins dwells inside
The glory is gone
Streets drown with stories
In the realm of the damned
The city recalling
Where the underdog reigns
Streets drown with stories
In the realm of the damned
The city recalling
Where the underdog reigns
In the Realm of the Damned