Walls of Ru - Sarke

Under the walls of Ru

Cold reign turns to rust

Exude the bronze mist

Carving the voodoo symbols

Ashes laying thick and black

As the side of a battleship

Two canon deck high

Like a monster grave

Sinking slowly

In the pool of death

Creating sounds of fear

On the path to red

Grabbing the roots of old

From once a fierce rival

Now to be torn down

And brought back to grey