In this place
The Sun's awake for just few days
To light the petrified cold grace
Of this hazy city

A ghost is walking
Along the streets, emerging from the mist
Of white nights; all the days are mostly black or gray
Rains don't cease, the sky keeps on crying
But can't wash away
Dirty scarlet stains

There's a scar of a long jading war
When the sky
And earth tore open
On a fatal day
Demons roared
The bronze horseman froze in dismay
Demons rose
From the swamp and came to reign

It was the true hell
Ghost city, founded on bones
Was starving and shelled
Blood marked all the stones
And every life that was saved
Had its terrific price
The truly brave
Could even pay it twice

Like those random strangers
Who rescued someone when they could, with no renown
Not wanting rewards, making no demands
Those who faced all the dangers
When they lived among death, their spirit was not down
They fought demons with half-broken hands

Souls of people
Will be cruelly taken
By a ravenous snake
In our lifetime
It will be awaken
And the stone world will shake
The dungeon's gate
Will open again
This land will be storm-wrecked and tortured
The servants of Satan will break iron chains
Once, when the gray sky gets black
They'll take bloody weapons and suddenly come back
But we will be ready
We will withstand!