Dark Fury - Prison of Torment and Blood

I glide among the relics of the past
Covered by a thick shroud of dust
Covered with a mist of oblivion
Only things that I can encounter here
Are life sucking wraiths
Marked by the desert sun
Filled up with scorpion's venom
It was my home once
Now we call it a prison
Eternal battlefield... torment
The reason of which nobody can comprehend today
Only hatred remains the binder of these lands
Ours against the visitors, visitors against us
We fight, our existence against theirs
And only victory will let us leave
This prison...