Prisoners are guided through the golden halls of the palace of the souls.
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Fairytales that have lost their gruesome origin by being handed down from
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generation to generation.
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Down in the darkest silence
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just hear a lonely laughter
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Except the sound of violence
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Where the dagger rules the king
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One hundred million people wrong
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Don't be afraid to bare your soul
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They clean the streets of scum
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with darkness in their eyes
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Afraid, that I don't know where,
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of memories gone forever
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The reason why I still care
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blinded by the light
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On golden gates you read the words
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Reminding you of your memories
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forever lost in the dungeon's might
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Your screaming's my laughter,
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a golden disaster
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I'll take you forever
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down where hell is
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Now callin' my keeper,
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my pleasure, soul reaver
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A bitter taste of my deep, dark palace
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Of female voices singin',
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Where diamond glasses are shining,
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When eagle-wings are bringing
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you to my paradise
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In a thousand stories a golden history
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one left, tells you the true story,
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of eastern religious slaves
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Under a half-moon
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blood and wine so colored red,
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Last drink for your lifetime
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two different stories,
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one hero's dead
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Together on your way
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no pleasure but you'll stay,
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but never will decay
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Now you know where hell is
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now you are my keeper,
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my pleasure, soul reaver
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a bitter taste of my deep, dark palace
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ruler of the palace
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Marahaja Palace
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| BrainStorm |
