Gomorra – Gomorra

These towers of power will greet me ahead
Blackened and withered by all these dead
Gold and silver can bring me all
The higher the rise the lower the fall

Gomorra
City of the lost no matter what’s the cost
Fire, death and pain, we have gone insane

Through the old ages we have grown
Stone by stone the seeds been sown
A nation of power on the rise
Gold and the riches paying the price