Forbidden text's of fate. Buried a thousand years A cult of mystery of which I did explore
Beneath Forgotten sands, into the dark I crept A sight befell my eye, the worshipped serpent lord
I touched the stone cold clay. Transfixed, it held my gaze The parasite was burrowing, my fate was sealed that day
And then the idol spoke. It made my blood run cold It told of transforming, the devoted become one
And like the father of Abel, who choked the apple down I had tasted, and I knew there was no turning back
A distant rhythmic drum. The incense burned my throat In this cloying atmosphere I would be rebornTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
