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Sancta Sanctorum (The Craft Of Glory)
The sight of the megalith
Reveals the hidden realm
The search of my life
It´s now so clear

The greatest desire
Of men to reveal
The knowledge of self
To have the crown of time

Rebirth from the ashes
Of salt, of fire, of Lighting
Back to this plane
To give the men a light

The fire will give us life
The blood will flow
The air surrounds the souls
The gold is ours

The nights of wonder
The magic flowing
Spells unbounded
The craft of glory

Guarded by sphinxes
Preserved in old memories
Of wizards who in black fire
The multiverse created

The Pythoness has said
The temples will shine again
The stones will be brighter
The Crowds will scream


Reveling the mysteries
Of time beyond the faith
Composing the essence
That gives my soul his charm

The fire will give us life
The blood will flow
The air surrounds the souls
The gold is ours

The nights of wonder
The magic flowing
Spells unbounded
The craft of glory

Behold the beast
The Serpent Rise
Behold the wrath, the flames of revenge

Behold the king
Master of blackness
Behold the gloom, the sinister faith

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