Текст Grand Magus – A Hall Clad In Gold

Burning, still yearning
For answers to come, to riddles that prey on my mind
They’re cheaters, deceivers
Taming the flames, hearts full of grief, full of lies

There’s a hall clad in gold way up high
A reward for the warriors who die
Few are chosen, many will try
It’s the grim, great god who will decide, who will decide

Mistreated, feel cheated
The sorrows all night threaten to bring us all down
Now to battle, run to glory
The warrior’s way at least lets you die with some pride
Final hope still speaks

There’s a hall clad in gold way up high
A reward for the warriors who die
Few are chosen, many will try
It’s the grim, great god who will decide

There’s a hall clad in gold way up high
A reward for the warriors who die
Few are chosen, many will try
It’s the grim, great god who will decide, who will decide, who will decide