Divinities

This is the world they created
Where perfect souls can rest
They feel the forthcoming violence
Of the enraged undead

With their nails they’re scratching the surface
They want peace for their souls
As the scriptures told

This is the world they created
Where perfect souls can rest
They feel the forthcoming violence
Of the enraged undead

Caged like birds
They used to be kings
They've been
Praised as divinities
And now servants of gloom
Their screams echo against the wall
The mighty wall
The mighty wall

Once they took place in the dark
They lived for the rays of the Sun

Locked doors divide our worlds
Impassable gates
The eternal rest is denied
The eternal rest is denied
The eternal rest is denied

Caged like birds
They used to be kings
They've been
Praised as divinities
And now servants of gloom
Their screams echo against the wall
The mighty wall

They used to be kings
Praised as divinities