Destiny, the winding, bending tunnels Store the little things Memories of the past are those of ancient kings And there the only sin was to grow old Obsessed with truth we walk hand in hand On a deserted path where knights of old once stood And took the sacred wrath Where kings and queens have laid to rest their rule A time of rebellion took the bravest of men Blood shed in the forest to die but to win Darkness now shrouds this kingdom of old But not of revenge, the story untold A dungeon, a dragon, a long-hooded maid Tortured in silence, the price that they had paid Beauty known behind Ca**le walls Speaks for revenge and revenge for us all Empty halls A century of truth, divine had seen its last Cast the tragic memories into the past Buried in the rubble lies the sword