Prisoners are guided through the golden halls of the palace of the souls.

Fairytales that have lost their gruesome origin by being handed down from 

generation to generation.



Down in the darkest silence

just hear a lonely laughter

Except the sound of violence

Where the dagger rules the king

One hundred million people wrong

Don't be afraid to bare your soul

They clean the streets of scum

with darkness in their eyes

Afraid, that I don't know where,

of memories gone forever

The reason why I still care

blinded by the light

On golden gates you read the words

Reminding you of your memories

forever lost in the dungeon's might



Your screaming's my laughter,

a golden disaster

I'll take you forever

down where hell is

Now callin' my keeper,

my pleasure, soul reaver 

A bitter taste of my deep, dark palace



Of female voices singin',

Where diamond glasses are shining,

When eagle-wings are bringing

you to my paradise

In a thousand stories a golden history

one left, tells you the true story,

of eastern religious slaves

Under a half-moon

blood and wine so colored red,

Last drink for your lifetime

two different stories,

one hero's dead



Together on your way

no pleasure but you'll stay,

but never will decay

Now you know where hell is

now you are my keeper,

my pleasure, soul reaver 

a bitter taste of my deep, dark palace

ruler of the palace