Burn the Castle - The Whereabouts

A cold dark castle awaits in the night

Moonlight leans against it

A thousand people with voices for might

March slowly towards its fences

An ancient army of souls will unite

No longer self-defenseless

In a tribal yell they confide

And the walls come crashing down

Infiltrate

Infiltrate

Light your torches

Burn the castle

Infiltrate

Infiltrate

Light your torches

Burn the castle

These false prophets have all got to go

Tie a brick to their ankles

And throw them overboard

Pull out your megaphone

And scream a million tragedies or so

Infiltrate

Infiltrate

Light your torches

Burn the castle

Infiltrate

Infiltrate

Light your torches

Burn the castle

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Infiltrate

Infiltrate

Light your torches

Burn the castle

Infiltrate

Infiltrate

Light your torches

Burn the castle