| If these walls could speak, they would tell the weird story
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| Of some secret cursed dynasties, witnesses of the time…
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| And also crimes and blasphemies suppuring blood and tears…
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| The unhealthy stench of moist, the aura so dark,
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| Mesmerizing they lead your soul to blow your life apart
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| And ask you to stay forever as some others did in the past…
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| First they all felt under the charm until it consumed their mind
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| Isolation supports the paranoia, until tragedy came…
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| At night I can hear the chanting of the dead…
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| Here is no peace… if these walls could speak…
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| Domain of flies, spiders and rats, no place for human reign
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| Even some priest would have changed, revealing the beast inside
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| From the cursed day they were built, hiding fear and mystery
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| Evil dwells in these walls, satan possesses the moisted stones
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| Times stops as you pass the entry, voices call to join them down
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| As a golden torture chamber, grim but still living on its own
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| Even gold rusts so close to evil, forles call you to stay
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| To feed them with new blood, as some others did in the past
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| Here is no peace… if these walls could speak…
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| Fascinated by morbid thoughts, fleshcrawls and fever pulsions
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| The paradox of ecstasy when sanity extinguishes
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| Reversed is the cycle of nature, reversed is the cycle of life
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| A few knew it but all were touched, the plague goes on Sowing the seeds of discord, leading humans to fratricide
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| As some icy stone fingers closing on yours destiny
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| Time doesn’t exist anymore, here is no peace
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| I knew it a time and will never forget this scar… |