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 Cassle 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