Hall Of The Dead

Red lights Stone walls Rise above our heads Golden sight Ray of light across the room The sun makes its way in destined to wake You're in my sight again Faithful guide of vanity here we stand among the others From within hall of the dead! Makes them going through the room with white lights Push forward Lifeless body at the sign lay around us listening above us Over our heads they all lay listening lifted above us We must be this band Of the needy king Don't look at the sun