A Hall Clad in Gold - Grand Magus

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

Never let them win

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