Текст песни
They whisper in the shadows deep
Secrets buried they swore to keep
Golden hands turn the earth to stone
A silent crown on a hidden throne
The air is heavy
Thick with dust
Who do we follow
Who do we trust
Masters of the vault
They hold the key
Shaping our world
Unseen
Silently
Through the cracks
Their power flows
The puppet strings
No one knows
Gold veins running through the ground
Every corner
Their echoes resound
Maps of power drawn in blood
Fortunes built on the coming flood
A chessboard where we’re pawns in play
Moving pieces to seize the day
No sun
No moon
Just a flickering flame
The game is old
But it stays the same
Masters of the vault
They hold the key
Shaping our world
Unseen
Silently
Through the cracks
Their power flows
The puppet strings
No one knows
