The sky in crimson haze A mortal creature ‘Rapt in fear
Traversed the desolate sands Seeking out the anointed hierophants
Deep in a cavernous maw Devoid of all guiding light Vile incantations Subjugating the air
One thousand ages of life and death
Awaken and arise Their dark oppressor In the gathering dusk The armies of Rah
Surround the wretched apparition That ethereal beast in thrall By command of a nameless enemy Buries their weak designs in its ashes He came up from the shadows That priest from the land of the dead By the strength of his sacred name
Was created his temple In the center there rose An obsidian sepulchre That prison of earthly design No longer his cage Realization Consuming This power Shall be mine Hearing voices They call to me
In slavery They waste away
Those servants of the light In chains searching for the key To the nexus of the web beyond the blind.
Withered by age
The priest died on a golden throne In death was a kind of peace For all but the meek That mortal creature
Who'd warned of their tragic fate Followed a path of blight To the base of a mountain In the cradle of creation Free from the ravages of time
A black tome hidden among the old stones Speaking in the tongues of aeons
A siren's song A speaker of all truth and all lies And the Mortal creature heard it and wept
Realization Consuming This power Overtakes me Leaving me insane My burden
The weight of my soul I dig my own grave And let it swallow me The black tome source of my agonyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
