Our Kingdom of Decay

Down the streets of the eastern parts of our kingdom Ghosts haunting all the little isles that my eyes have seen Ghosts among the masses rushing down Main Street A little ghost is hiding in the merchant's sack of gold There are ghosts in the corners

And all the pebbled paths feel crooked and winding Behind yellow walls of reminding It feels as if someone is quite near In the garden of the dead I feel cold and lost In the garden of the dead Tumbled tombs and broken sprouts Just outside the dear c

As I look at the river the colours change Fading from bright dark to bloodred green A stream of blood passes while our pride expires Proudly sculpturing a headless culture An old legend that is borne by the fairy tale land A literary masterpiece abus

Arusia, Arusia Bones and skulls jut out of your forest floor Arusia, oh Arusia The foul signs of times seep through the pavement Far, far away where the peninsular land Slopes down and assembles brook and town Behind its smile, inside the bowels of A

Soldiers at fortress dania, in you we trust For generations you haven't let this kingdom down We will soon have stopped this invading enemy And this war will once again be part of history It's so cold here in the middle of nowhere Just got command to

The ramparts are standing so frail tonight Surrounding the pleasure of our play This view feels so exposed and haunted Now, hold me near to your heart Oh listen, something's rustling at the door Extended shadows looming tall This night a cold breeze

No one here really quite knows The far-off origins of your roots Enough to hoist the colours Up high from whence they came You're towering high and tall As a broad-shouldered giant of small Though the ground may be as turbid from above As the sky see