Sanctum Groove

(ahhhh-ahhh) Old stones rise where the cold wind blows

Crowns of dust beneath heavy coats

Keep both hands on the iron gates

We don't bow down to our chosen fates

Walking past towers of white and stone

Every step loud in the danger zone

From the valley up to the dome

Every beggar claims he is home

Watch the bells start to swing in time

(yeah, in

time)

This is the Holy City,

stand or break

Every promise here is a vow we take

Golden gates under stormy skies

Look at the fire in the martyrs' eyes

This is the ground where the kingdoms fall

We stand tall

Cobblestone alleys and ancient creed

Taking no prisoners, plant the seed

Heard the brass hum through the chapel glass

Know that this sorrow is built to pass

Got the choir standing right behind my back

On the front line never fall off track (whoaaa-ohhh)

No more kneeling on cold marble floor

We breach the temple door

This is the Holy City,

stand or break

Every promise here is a vow we take

Golden gates under stormy skies

Look at the fire in the martyrs' eyes

This is the ground where the kingdoms fall We

stand

tall

(stand tall... stand tall)