I object, for you wish to abuse the power I have granted you I curse these lands and any soul that stands by them The way is shut It was made by those who are dead And the dead keep it And the dead keep it The way is shut Seen before by a prophet which you failed to recognize All the visions sought for nothing All the visions sought for nothing For you wish to abuse the power I have granted you I curse these lands and any soul that stands by them Blinded by light Deafened by the screams of the damned The sanctum consumes what I once was My soul added to the unholy collective Locked behind the ancient walls I scour the halls Locked behind the ancient walls I scour the halls I can't help but cry at the pitiful sight before my eyes They starve for power, they thirst for attention Seeking something, finding nothing Seeking something to make them happy