On a night when the shadows line…
In a land not so divine…
A legend’s heard….
Of a castle cursed….
Of a battle fought with king’s triumph…
An empire of centuries nine….
Ohh the castle and the ancient gold mine…
He was told- the beginning would mark the end…
A land drenched in the blood of its men…
Another day it won’t survive....
Followed by an august of thorny pines…
And black would be Andromeda’s shine…
An empire of centuries nine….
Ohh the castle and the ancient gold mine…
Summoned to flames…..
The spirit leaves…. Wandering in desert plains…
Why destined to this fate….
Taking away lives unsate…..
The king stole Ares’s treasure they say…
Fatal as Helen of Troy to this day…
Nobody could have dreamt…
Demons of death were sent…
To the palace built with hands fine…
An empire of centuries nine….
Ohh the castle and the ancient gold mine…
In the hands of satan he lies…
His greed and his deeds,
a hundred times
his soul dies….
Why fascinated by ohh so fair?
Why claim a land unaware….
Of the misery scribed in time….
Silencing into a morbid shrine…
An empire of centuries nine….
Ohh the castle and the ancient gold mine…
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