In the lands far away,
lands of waking and dreams
Was the place of bottomless lakes and powerful streams.
Ancient city of Ibn
Built by Moon and the stars,
It was burned down and ruined, left nothing but scars.


The stones were turned to dust
All sent into the void.

By foreigners, the nomads
With cruel, ill minds.

In pride of power and strength
They built almighty town.

With gold and silver,
Conceit that drives them.

Sarnath, your palace
Shines brighter than the Sun.

No place for cosmic evil
In the world of men at dusk.


The feast of death
So perfect and vain.


Death and fear, sword and spear,
Chthonic god, thy servants near!
Witness Bokrug, hail Bokrug!
Doom has come!

Water lizard, kings and wizards
Tremble crawling on their knees when
Witness Bokrug, ancient Bokrug!
Doom has come!

Walls and towers, city cowers,
Turn them back to swamp and mud as
We hail Bokrug, mighty Bokrug!
Doom has come!


....And the ivory throne will fall
At its peak of power and decay
No remorse for them all
Whose bones there will lay

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