Texty: 3 Inches Of Blood. Premonition Of Pain.

Awoken by the terror of a thousand wars
A vision of the coming invading force
With haste he goes to the royal hall
The soothsayer alerts the king, the hour is night

The king scoffs, says no, he does not believe
You must be in error, you must be deceived
My lord, they're coming, your people aren't safe
Upon deaf ears fall words of fate

I hold the key to what lies beyond
You won't believe what this crystal orb does show

And in his dreams he saw

Brick by brick...behold
Stone by stone...our fate
Wall by wall
This castle is set to burn

When the soothsayer's riddle is spoken, beware of the answers it holds
I hold the key to what lies beyond
When the soothsayer's words make you question, the price will be paid in blood
You won't believe what this crystal orb does show

With no more than a reason to kill

The enemy's approaching from surrounding sides
Awaiting for the first strike as catapults are drawn
Flaming arrows form the sky. The massacre begins
Order turns to chaos, no hope to win

The tyrant is here to take up your throne
He'll take off you head before taking your crown
The mystic, he laughs, you should have listened to me
But now you beg for you life on your knees
On your knees
On your knees

When the soothsayer's riddle is spoken, it could hold the outcome of war
I hold the key to what lies beyond
When the soothsayer's words speak of bloodshed, just pray that the blood is not yours
You won't believe

The price paid in blood
The price paid in blood
Just pray that the blood is not yours