Lost in the annals of history But not forgotten by all The legacy of a secret victory And an ancient civilization's fall
The prophet, holiest, obscured Forsaw the end to be And who believed what they had heard Would assist, in bringing destiny
With our founding father The end of all began Using saltwater Barren, he rendered the land
May His shadow grace them and thine He, who lay upon his bed Kneel before the corpse, divine And hail Sar Mitu, the king of the dead
By the void, he is graced And to us, his husk, was left In our dwelling, his remains were placed A beacon of of hope, though life bereft
The father of blasphemy Passed down his stories of olde a Pioneer in literacy His tales of destiny can still be told
With our founding father The end of all began Using saltwater Barren, he rendered the land
May His shadow grace them and thine He, who lay upon his bed Kneel before the corpse, divine And hail Sar Mitu, the king of the dead
Rise! Sar Mitu! Hail! Sar Mitu! Rise! Sar Mitu! Hail! Sar Mitu! Rise! Sar Mitu! Hail! Sar Mitu! Rise! Sar Mitu! Hail! Sar Mitu!
Like maggots upon the flesh Are we, upon the earth Reach out, take the hand of death Ushering a great rebirth
I have seen what lies beyond What bliss, the future holds When all of life has gone The pleasure of endless coldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
