What brings you here amidst stone and rot
To this temple of memory; my prison of rocks
Have you come to gaze? Have you come to scorn
This dungeon of pain holds no reward
I have nothing. I've lost it all
A bleak existence in this harrowed hall
Once a master of the craft of sound
I'm slave to this body; this iron wound
What light remains of my sunken kin
Is left here to wither as immoral sin
You want I sing of wonders ago
But I can speak of naught but woe
Of naught but woe
Of naught but woe
When war was at hand, I was not in their score
Now memories fade in a mist of regret
I came home to find that my kind was no more
Alone I searched for the clues to their fate
Through madness I crawled like a beast in the maw
Of death, sweet surrender; lost in fog
That which remains of my last feeble joy
Is a mockery to gods whose curse destroyed
That which remains of my last feeble joy
Is a mockery to gods whose curse destroyed
Immortality squandered on prideful lords
In golden cities, metal, steam
Fine enchantments tampering in myths unborn
In genius made calamity
Once hanging gardens of forgotten lore
The folly of mortals and Mer
Now ruins of hubris and death evermore
Yagrum Bagarn - In The Corprusarium Lyrics
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What brings you here amidst stone and rot
To this temple of memory; my prison of rocks
Have you come to gaze? Have you come to scorn
This dungeon of pain holds no reward
I have nothing. I've lost it all
A bleak existence in this harrowed hall
Once a master of the craft of sound
I'm slave to this body; this iron wound
What light remains of my sunken kin
Is left here to wither as immoral sin
You want I sing of wonders ago
But I can speak of naught but woe
Of naught but woe
Of naught but woe
When war was at hand, I was not in their score
Now memories fade in a mist of regret
I came home to find that my kind was no more
Alone I searched for the clues to their fate
Through madness I crawled like a beast in the maw
Of death, sweet surrender; lost in fog
That which remains of my last feeble joy
Is a mockery to gods whose curse destroyed
That which remains of my last feeble joy
Is a mockery to gods whose curse destroyed
Immortality squandered on prideful lords
In golden cities, metal, steam
Fine enchantments tampering in myths unborn
In genius made calamity
Once hanging gardens of forgotten lore
The folly of mortals and Mer
Now ruins of hubris and death evermore
To this temple of memory; my prison of rocks
Have you come to gaze? Have you come to scorn
This dungeon of pain holds no reward
I have nothing. I've lost it all
A bleak existence in this harrowed hall
Once a master of the craft of sound
I'm slave to this body; this iron wound
What light remains of my sunken kin
Is left here to wither as immoral sin
You want I sing of wonders ago
But I can speak of naught but woe
Of naught but woe
Of naught but woe
When war was at hand, I was not in their score
Now memories fade in a mist of regret
I came home to find that my kind was no more
Alone I searched for the clues to their fate
Through madness I crawled like a beast in the maw
Of death, sweet surrender; lost in fog
That which remains of my last feeble joy
Is a mockery to gods whose curse destroyed
That which remains of my last feeble joy
Is a mockery to gods whose curse destroyed
Immortality squandered on prideful lords
In golden cities, metal, steam
Fine enchantments tampering in myths unborn
In genius made calamity
Once hanging gardens of forgotten lore
The folly of mortals and Mer
Now ruins of hubris and death evermore
Writer: Mara Knöcklein
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