Sarnath, great city of the ancient realms Wonder of the world and pride of men Mighty kingdom and a pilgrimage in Dreamlands Your walls were built on death your towers on despair
Sarnath the day they marched across the lake Frozen were the hearts of all your men Frozen waters holding death onto their surface For the stone-city of Ib the end was then at hand
Nothing was spared of the archaic Ib Except a greenish stone idol That was resembling Bokrug the great lizard-god This the young warriors brought back as a loot A sign of dominion and power Night it was set up inside the great temple of Sarnath
Taran-Ish the high priest cursed the ugly lizard god When the sun rose he was dead and the stone idol gone
On the altar he had written a sign Of the city's impending doom When they found him fear had widened his eyes Which reflected the crescent moon
Aeons have passed and the vast spur of land Around the lake was all conquered Sarnath grew mighty and learned in the kingdom of men A thousand years of prosperity, wealth and success was its king celebrating Everyone gathered to honor the rulers of Sarnath
All the fools are celebrating While the dark lake is awaking From its depths their doom is coming Deadlights shine the utter warningTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
