Left for dead in foreign land
Speak a language no one understands
Bandits in the woods, soldiers on the road
Killers in the city, I can't go home
Well it's a long way down, from Heaven to Hell
Fortress made of stone
Well it's a long way down, from Heaven to Hell
Fortress made of stone...The Citadel
Skulls on pikes line the road
No one mourns but the crows
Charge into battle with axe and sword
Raise your shields and ram the door
Well it's a long way down, from Heaven to Hell
Fortress made of stone
Well it's a long way down, from Heaven to Hell
Fortress made of stone...The Citadel