
Old German lyrics are interwoven with English, enhancing the atmosphere and echoing the ancient past. The song recounts the Battle for Souls, cursed villages, and demonic spirits like the Baali, bringing them to life through gothic music.
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✨ Lyrics:
(Verse 1)
From the blood of the ancients, a legend was born,
A healer arose, 'neath a moon that's forlorn.
In the cities of old, where shadows spread wide,
He walked through the twilight, where secrets reside.
(Chorus - Part English, Part Old German)
Oh, Sculptor of Souls, lost to the past,
Im Schatten der Ewigkeit, dein letzter Gast.
With the third eye wide, you saw the light,
Doch die Dunkelheit trieb dich in den Kampf der Zeit.
("In the shadow of eternity, your final guest.")
("But the darkness drove you into the battle of time.")
(Verse 2)
To the East he wandered, where spirits weep low,
In the forests of legend, where old winds blow.
By the wisdom of sages, or so it is told,
He found his path in the stories of old.
(Chorus - Part English, Part Old German)
Oh, Sculptor of Souls, lost to the past,
Im Schatten der Ewigkeit, dein letzter Gast.
With the third eye wide, you saw the light,
Doch die Dunkelheit trieb dich in den Kampf der Zeit.
("In the shadow of eternity, your final guest.")
("But the darkness drove you into the battle of time.")
(Bridge)
Betrayed by your kin, in the still of the night,
With new power in hand, you rejoined the fight.
In the heart of a village, cursed souls bound,
You fed your blood to the earth, where demons are found.
(Verse 3)
Three rose from the depths, with fire in their gaze,
Ancient spirits awakened, in a hellish blaze.
The Baali of lore, from blood-soaked ground,
A battle for souls, where legends are found.
(Chorus - Part English, Part Old German)
Oh, Sculptor of Souls, lost to the past,
Im Schatten der Ewigkeit, dein letzter Gast.
With the third eye wide, you saw the light,
Doch die Dunkelheit trieb dich in den Kampf der Zeit.
("In the shadow of eternity, your final guest.")
("But the darkness drove you into the battle of time.")
(Bridge 2)
Through battles of ages, the warriors fell,
But stories of courage and struggle we tell.
The healers and fighters, divided by pain,
In forgotten names, they fought the insane.
(Verse 4)
In the night of betrayal, with nothing to fear,
A new force arose, whispering near.
A soul consumed, but the war not done,
The Sculptor of Souls would rise with the sun.
(Outro)
Now in haunted nights, where shadows grow deep,
The tale of the Sculptor continues to creep.
In ancient halls, where whispers lie,
The Sculptor of Souls watches with his third eye.
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📜 The Legend of The Sculptor of Souls:
In the shadows of ancient history, long before the world knew of written records, a healer called The Sculptor of Souls traversed forgotten lands. Gifted with powers that bridged life and death, he eventually faced betrayal, unleashing the Baali—ancient demons of torment. Though his body fell, his spirit lingers in the haunted halls of Hunedoara Castle, watching, waiting for his resurrection.
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