Wine From The Sick کے بول

Come, enter this dark world of solitude Where only phantoms and bats talk to you Wispering, sepulchrally Lost prophecies and ancient mysteries Through the castle’s obscurity Come, penetrate this fortress of endless agony and live Into this non existing reality Their time has come See the cryptic messages Carved into the ruins of abandonned chambers Whose doors have been banging enigmatically Since they all disappeared Hear the moans of the forgotten souls resound in the dismal corridors Come, into the ruins of abandonned chambers Whose doors have been banging enigmatically Since they all disappeared