Shelter, Ancient Gods, give us shelter From the dark paths we crawl on Paradigm of peace in temple Encrypted in the sky of scorn Hear the wind howling through These gorgeous divine gates Look into your soul Ruined with hate Carrying a torch of hope We descend further into dungeons Hungry pair of eyes looks as we grope Lurking behind carved columns Hear that rustle, hear that growl? Surrender, you humans, no chance for you both Who are you, a demon or local ghoul? Consider me master of your soul!!! Run my friend, run for your life, Or give up your soul to rejoice the beast Chased by flamed tounges of fury Spitecovered claws We dash out of the haunted temple Towards the changing laws Of Destiny
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