كلمات Empire of Salt

Cities of salt, Stand in the desert
Drifting with the sands, Calling my name

Built on scale to mock
Its turrets tall and proud
Greatness of Man
Calling me to die!

Minarets rear the sky, To challenge the desert
Evil mountains bleed red salt, Crying against the real
Bones dried in the sun, Demons collect them cast a spell
To bleach the past white, To clear all memory
Vast Empire of salt, the king holds his rusted sword
Built of first death's envy, standing against god

the smell of cadavers' rain
Heralds the rule of the dead

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The greatness of Man calling me to die
The greatness of Man calling him to die