Pathfinder | Chapter 3 | Befouled Barrows | Blood of the Ancients

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🎵 LYRICS 🎵

(Verse 1)
In the silence of the barrows, shadows creep,
Ancient bones lay buried in their endless sleep.
But demons rise from the void, blackened flame,
To defile their graves, erase their sacred names.

Scattered in the dust, what once was pure,
Now drenched in blood, no curse can endure.
They desecrate the sages, the chiefs who led,
Now their children bleed, where they once tread.

(Chorus)
Blood of the ancients, spilled in the night,
The graves defiled under demon’s might.
Echoes of sorrow, through barren lands,
Bones lie broken beneath cursed hands.

No rest for the fallen, no peace to find,
In the blood of their kin, the graves are blind.
Befouled and broken, the spirits cry,
Under the red-stained sky.

(Verse 2)
Once proud souls, forgotten by time’s cruel hand,
Now marred and broken in this shattered land.
Hatred of mortals in the demon’s gaze,
Torments the dead in their endless haze.

The bones of ancestors, scattered far and wide,
Crimson rivers flow, as their children died.
The wind it howls with their mournful screams,
A nightmare born from shattered dreams.

(Chorus)
Blood of the ancients, spilled in the night,
The graves defiled under demon’s might.
Echoes of sorrow, through barren lands,
Bones lie broken beneath cursed hands.

No rest for the fallen, no peace to find,
In the blood of their kin, the graves are blind.
Befouled and broken, the spirits cry,
Under the red-stained sky.

(Bridge)
Ashes fall, like tears from the sky,
Demons laugh as the old gods die.
In the ruins of Sarkoris, nothing remains,
But the blood-soaked earth, and endless pain.

(Chorus - Final)
Blood of the ancients, spilled in the night,
The graves defiled under demon’s might.
Echoes of sorrow, through barren lands,
Bones lie broken beneath cursed hands.

No rest for the fallen, no peace to find,
In the blood of their kin, the graves are blind.
Befouled and broken, the spirits cry,
Under the red-stained sky.

(Outro)
Under the red-stained sky...
They’ll never sleep, no matter how they try.

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