Broken columns on the stairs, Ruined walls inside. Intricate Patterns deformated on the floor And fragments of the broken glass around.
Blood on my sacred ground means overwhelming Grief! So much fear surround! Sacrificial Pile! Echo from the past will answer with the Beam of light in dark!
Runic symbols makes mosaics on grating, Gathering ancient words. Coat of Arms Is still solid, it symbolizes truth, That came through the time tonight.
This cold trace of time This blood trace of time..
Strange appearing - in the mist my ruined dwelling place, Where I formerly have lived. Every night This eternal trace of time will remind me, How was lost all my legacy.
Blood on my sacred ground means overwhelming Grief! So much fear surround! Sacrificial Pile! Echo from the past will answer with the Beam of light in dark!
This cold trace of time This blood trace of time..