Walls of the Red Temple

Crushed walls of the ancient temple

Covered by thousand years old dust

Ornaments in the holy stone

Engraved by passing time

No one remembers anymore

The red dawn of the ancient power

In the shadows of high columns

Wind wailing sadly

Lost centuries ago

Ancient magic of the red priests

Captured and blinded him

Condemning to fate of a lonely guardian

Walls covered with blood

Never changed the color

Spilled blood marked them for good

Each ray of the light

Changes into red

In the temple of the past gods

Thousands of people prayed

Red priests uttered their incantations

Bloody light of the unknown sun

Reflected in the mirrors and gold

Warriors of the red hairs

Raised towards the skies

Of the grey mists of wilderness

Hooded figure emerged

As a spirit of the kingdom of the mists

Red glow spreads around

He walked among withered trees

Which once drank human blood

Far the horizon

A wind stirs up the clouds of dust

Among its fret curtain

One can hear the howls of ghosts

Defeated in many battles

They follow their murderers

In the lethal procession

At the gates of the red temple

Their fate will be decided

Unknown priests

Uttered their incantations

Temple candles

Still melting in red blood