Divinities کے بول

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