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In the dead of night the kings promise was madeI will return to hold you once againThe herald of warhorns harkened from the northtaking all who swore their blood to an oathIn the throes of war committing the most greivious of sinsAs the shrieking of widows was carried upon the windThough kept in shadows his darkened deeds remainedThe eyes of the old ones remain ever trainedHumanity sundered Abolished from the mortal planeHow could he have known thatEach wound inflicted condemned his own soulHis crimes would forever haunt himAs the shackles of his arcane holdOh how the fear of death can transform the purest man's soulAnd how swiftly then does his blade-hand reach for the swordBefore the hordes set flame to his golden plainsThe innocence of harvest was naught but of grainTrading his soul for vengeance, upon the ramparts he stoodCarving a fleshed swathe, sowing the earth with their bloodSongtexteAstral imprisonmentCaptive shell of the human mindAstral imprisonmentAgeless tomb abandoned in timeEnslaved to the calling of his transgressionsHe dwells within the stone walls of his own mindStill she did wait for him until her last breathWithering away as his words did so long ago Aus Songtexte Mania