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It was a great city in ancient times

a place where warlocks were kings.

Evil rites and magic

inside the walls.

Incantations built the city

calling demons to be the sentinels

apart from the world

the desert around them.

Pre chorus:

Their hour came

they had to die (...with their last breath)

they made a curse of death.

The silence fell like a veil (... no voice in the wind)

their magic was still alive...alive.

Chorus:

Ancient curse

in the name of the prince of fire.

Ancient curse

black spell....of death.

Ancient curse

none escapes the evil power.

Ancient curse

the black spell of death will live again.

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