Solyfying the ancient manuscripts
of a long forgotten past
I found the dynasty of the dagger
in the middle of a dream
the spirits of the elders gliding
among the glittering dust
like the echoing of a mourning sorrowful scream
Entering a graveyard which once
was the empire of sorcery.
I sense the filling essence of a proud and victorious race.
Fallen with the doings of a heavenly but diabolical treachery.
The signs of a sworn revenge upon every statues visage
A heaven of last spirits it was, this architecture of restless shadows, Rising to the heavens but burning in hells fires on every sunrise, Under the desert of a golden plague of a remorseless destiny.
She was hidden in all her beauty, the mistress of eternal demise
Speaking through her dreams,
Whispering by name. In the Ancient tongues of the djinnis.
Devoted demons bearing the everlasting bane. On their glances of heretic dreams
of a long forgotten past
I found the dynasty of the dagger
in the middle of a dream
the spirits of the elders gliding
among the glittering dust
like the echoing of a mourning sorrowful scream
Entering a graveyard which once
was the empire of sorcery.
I sense the filling essence of a proud and victorious race.
Fallen with the doings of a heavenly but diabolical treachery.
The signs of a sworn revenge upon every statues visage
A heaven of last spirits it was, this architecture of restless shadows, Rising to the heavens but burning in hells fires on every sunrise, Under the desert of a golden plague of a remorseless destiny.
She was hidden in all her beauty, the mistress of eternal demise
Speaking through her dreams,
Whispering by name. In the Ancient tongues of the djinnis.
Devoted demons bearing the everlasting bane. On their glances of heretic dreams