Lingering a Sacred Ground - King of Asgard

Down this road of mist and shadow

Souls of the dead has left their mark

The soil have tasted the steps of agony

Plant the seeds

Pluck the fruit of perdition

The clear path turned to dark

Where no sun shine

Constantly wrapped in darkness

The strength of death constant near

Lingering a sacred ground

Souls of men trapped in veil

Lingering a sacred ground

Tortured in endless pain

With no sign of aid

Forsaken by their gods

As darkness covers the fields of old

Forever lost, no chance to break free

Constant screams but no one hears