Calling to the gods of my blood Deep within my memory Return my mind to the patterns of old And teach me the wisdom now tossed away By the desert god of Abraham A true plague of the mind and flesh An empty shell… An empty slave… An empty shell… An empty slave… Molded for their every will… Now awakened by the ancient signs And the old gods of my pagan blood To the heathen kings who walked before me I owe my allegiance and honor them with my life Eroding the chains of civilization Pulling on the strings above Shifting paradigm within my cosmic soul Returning to a consciousness before The desert god of Abraham A true plague of the mind and flesh An empty god void of pride Waiting to be crushed by the tides of timeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
