Texty: Solitude Aeturnus. Black Castle.

Torch lit halls
Deceit that burns
The dragon's lair
The blackened air
The face is now upturned
Deceiving mask
Your silent sword
The tithe of sin
The lion's den
Blasphemy unto your lord
Chorus:
The Black Castle of Rome
Midnight's shallow home
Monument of lies
Blinding faithful eyes
Cathedral bells your faithful tears

The divine right
The fearless might
Play upon men's fears
Burning the wise in fires of gold
The dogs of doom
The empty tomb
Millions of faltering souls
Our destiny turned
Never to learn
The saving grace
The endless faith
Has condemned us all to burn