Walls of Sorrow

The end of the war, a giant wooden hollow horse Sacred by gods, filled with soldiers and a driving force People of Troy ignored this terrible warning A self-fulfilling prophecy, surrounded by great secrecy Living in a bad dream Misfortune never seen By the sun, the curse and spell I have found my own hell At the walls of sorrow Clouds are changing into black There will be no tomorrow No regrets, no turning back At the walls of sorrow Clouds are changing into black We are lost in the morrow No regrets, no turning back At the end of the day we're standing in a river of blood Swords up in the sky, boots deep in the deadly mud Dividing the spoil, ships lying proud in the wind Drenched is all the earth, we are leaving behind Living in a bad dream Misfortune never seen By the sun, the curse and spell I have found my own hell At the walls of sorrow Clouds are changing into black There will be no tomorrow No regrets, no turning back At the walls of sorrow Clouds are changing into black We are lost in the morrow No regrets, no turning back