The Dungeons Are Calling by Savatage
down in the dungeons
of concrete and terror
candles light the way
can you hear me say?
the dungeons are calling
the dungeons are calling for me
i can't escape
this den must be hell
pleasures of freedom
denied me in this cell
i steal from my friends
victims of my pain
its nearing the end
i live like the dead
the dungeons are calling
calling for me - oh!
the dungeons are calling
the rack waits for me
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