Prisoners are guided through the golden halls of the palace of the souls. Fairytales that have lost their gruesome origin by being handed down from generation to generation. Down in the darkest silence just hear a lonely laughter Except the sound of violence Where the dagger rules the king One hundred million people wrong Don't be afraid to bare your soul They clean the streets of scum with darkness in their eyes Afraid, that I don't know where, of memories gone forever The reason why I still care blinded by the light On golden gates you read the words Reminding you of your memories forever lost in the dungeon's might Your screaming's my laughter, a golden disaster I'll take you forever down where hell is Now callin' my keeper, my pleasure, soul reaver A bitter taste of my deep, dark palace Of female voices singin', Where diamond glasses are shining, When eagle-wings are bringing you to my paradise In a thousand stories a golden history one left, tells you the true story, of eastern religious slaves Under a half-moon blood and wine so colored red, Last drink for your lifetime two different stories, one hero's dead Together on your way no pleasure but you'll stay, but never will decay Now you know where hell is now you are my keeper, my pleasure, soul reaver a bitter taste of my deep, dark palace ruler of the palace