A Bloody History

Into the dungeon deep in the dark We worship our anger we know it by heart Fueled by our passion our anguish our need We wallow in sorrow fulfilled by our greed The shadows our keeper we saviors of old Kept silent our vigil no heroes seek gold Murdered by madness and buried enshrined Our story forgotten once histories entwined Hear our sorrow Bleed and borrow Break the silence Run through the catacombs destruction in their wake Through ancient halls and ancient walls the cities they would take The touch to your nightmares stained by sins of old We bore the call we bore the fall our history shows Listen to their cries Here we sit in silence no breaths to take Stolen by the heresy we'll rot in their wake Sworn by blood to guide her the goddess soul The tides of time and withered but eternally wronged A fragment to the memory hidden dark and deep Buried by a shameful pride encased in their keep Tell it how you will but now unveil the crypts These piles of bones they hid in stone their innocence stripped A bloody history of royals past A tragedy from not so distant last A truth disguised through crying eyes revealed A horrid past behind these walls concealed For fear of rebellion for future remorse They murdered our brothers they showed no recourse Our city asunder our people now torn Those blinded by reverence those buried by scorn What champion now present he'll rest in the dark Once sworn to the bloodline he'll know with their mark Entombed in their haven betrayed by their trust Forgotten in darkness imprisoned to dusk Hear our sorrow In the night Sent to die Hear their cry