A realm there is, inaccessible to the Nobles Outside the feelings of the blind Atlantians Inaccessible, yet real Imperceptibly find its way to the Land of- Conquerors
The hidden realm is a fusty land Zog is its hideous master He rests at the riches once stolen From the Noble Warriors and their People
Zog is one but composed of vermin Only vermin dwells in his estate But he rules also those creatures To which his name is unknown
Many heads of saurian drip venom of blindness And opium of masses He wields the drug of illusions and colourful- pictures Thus the world denied his existence
But lo! Not every Atlantians stays sleeping Some still serving the hidden betrayer Eagerly they prepare the drug 'Cause they strive for saurian's good graces
But lo! The Nobles stay up There are Hammers at their necks They fight the betrayer's priests They struggle to awake their brothers from slumber
For their fight against the rule of the saurian - Hail to Them! And Glory till DeathTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
