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Music: M. Martèl, K. Pasman

Lyrics: K. Pasman

A place once tall and proud

Is broken down by love and doubt

No image, no more sound

This place is lost and never found

I stand between remains

An evil priest, he cries in pain

Cold wind blows through my hair

Divides my pain from my despair

The god of fate returned to see

His world that's left in ruin

God's word is great hypocrisy

There is no life among the ruins

A place of dignity

Now there is nothing left to see

No image, no more noise

A victim left by God his choice

A jester laughs

And dies before he ever learnt to cry

What am I doing here?

This place can only bring me fear

The god of fate returned to see

His world that's left in ruin

God's word is great hypocrisy

There is no life among the ruins

No more pain in this haunted ruin

No more hate in this haunted ruin

No more tears in this haunted ruin

No more fear in this haunted house

A little angel cries

She saw her mighty father die

No one can kill the pain

And only evil will remain

The god of fate returned to see

His world that's left in ruin

God's word is great hypocrisy

There is no life among the ruins

The god of fate returned to see

His world that's left in ruin