In the hearts of all mankind There has been Thirsts of power The betrayed warlock An unsound mind Begun his way Into his wrathful hour In long past they were brought here Bled before the fire As they lay with all limbs pinned Awaiting the Circle Of Deth From cursed magicks and the banished spells Invoked by him, to rip open Spoken from a blackened tongue Armies blindly led And gathered all In long past they were brought here Bled before the fire As they lay with all limbs pinned Awaiting the Circle Of Deth Take my hand and bring me there Bled under desire Conjured bleak with their own lives Awaiting the Circle Of Deth Had they no choice? From their fate? They all walked Mournful over the evocation And they all bled Dripping innocent Green to red The ground was soiled sacrilegious Silence now for all of their screams And Dregmour's laughter into thereafter Shall forever stain their ghosts In long past they were brought here Bled before the fire As they lay with all limbs pinned Awaiting the Circle Of Deth Take my hand and bring me there Bled under desire Conjured dark with their own lives Awaiting the Circle Of Deth Fate