Under the walls of Ru Cold reign turns to rust Exude the bronze mist Carving the voodoo symbols As the side of a battleship Two canon deck high Like a monster grave Sinking slowly In the pool of death Creating sounds of fear On the path to red Grabbing the roots of old From once a fierce rival Now to be torn down And brought back to grey Sinking slowly In the pool of death Creating sounds of fear On the path to red