The last light of the day is dying on the Ground
The echoes of our footsteps are the only voice in here
What evil power lurks inside these walls
We grab our swords to destroy the demon hordes
By the blade of fire, i smash the glooming skull
Look him in the eye and he will crawl back from the crypt
Blood Red Nails
Hear the pale prince laughing, he reigns this dead city
Mighty and powerful with cobwebs on his hands
Hammering nails into the wall to represent the dead
The story of two cities which will drown in their own blood
Hide inside these crimson walls and ruled by old witchcraft
Blood Red Nails
Drugged by lotus flowers, Lost in the catacombs
Faint cries for help from deep inside the tombs
We rush our way back through corpse-filled halls
We take the throne when you’re buried in the dirt