Walls of Sorrow

The end of the war, a giant wooden hollow horse

Sacred by gods, filled with soldiers and a driving force

People of Troy ignored this terrible warning

A self-fulfilling prophecy, surrounded by great secrecy

Living in a bad dream

Misfortune never seen

By the sun, the curse and spell

I have found my own hell

At the walls of sorrow

Clouds are changing into black

There will be no tomorrow

No regrets, no turning back

At the walls of sorrow

Clouds are changing into black

We are lost in the morrow

No regrets, no turning back

At the end of the day we're standing in a river of blood

Swords up in the sky, boots deep in the deadly mud

Dividing the spoil, ships lying proud in the wind

Drenched is all the earth, we are leaving behind

Living in a bad dream

Misfortune never seen

By the sun, the curse and spell

I have found my own hell

At the walls of sorrow

Clouds are changing into black

There will be no tomorrow

No regrets, no turning back

At the walls of sorrow

Clouds are changing into black

We are lost in the morrow

No regrets, no turning back