Monoliths, catacombs, ocean of desert and sky. Razor winds sweep over the dunes. Even now they slave away for the great pharaoh. As the river carves its way through the barren landscape, so too do these evolved ones carve through the stone. Chiseling away. Eyes towards the heavens. This must be something greater than them. Heaving, the sweat runs down their faces like so many tears. However they must push forward to appease the pharaoh, the god-king. As the mammoth tomb nears completion, the desert ruler's body grows decrepit. A fleeting physical form with disfigured flesh, he oversees. Gazing over the mineral sea. Waiting, watching, growing weaker with every passing day. A greater vision constantly maintained. Finally, the fruition takes hold. The final slab set in place. This gargantuan wonder, this final resting place. Son of lords, lord of men. The duty fulfilled, child of cosmos returns home.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
