war torn souls and lusts of men
break the cowering spirits to behold
a new world born for evil ones calling
an unconquerable Sun turned cold
they sleep to pass the nightmare of living
wonders of chance escape the mold
desires to fill the thirst of giving
penance offered and blessings sold
absolution for the highest bidder
hidden forces protect the gold
locked away in that lonesome tower
no longer with the young grow old
