Out of my mind into a world between
In search of the ancient artistry
Lord Kur, before your sword I see
The house of
death is opening
Hanging from their primal sleep
Forbidden to be seen
Spirit of the elder gods
Are dead but must live
on
Still to life and yet they breathe
Dead but dreaming.....
Lords of the world within the space between
Wandering
receivers of a sacrifice
Lord Kur, beyond your throne you sleep
Beneath the seven cities dead
Encased in silent
tombs
Immortally exhumed
Spirit of the elder gods
Are dead but must live on
Still to life and yet they breathe
Dead but
dreaming.....
As I smear my blood on thy sword
Through the gates into lands I know not
On the road where none have
returned
Come to life, Oh lords of black earth
Screaming ancient incantations
Sleep unbinded by my sight
Dead but
dreaming, darkloads waking
From the house of death set free
Sixty demons, bow before thy
Ancient catatonia
Elder
vengeance, Lord Kur take me
Darklords hear me, hung dead bleeding