At dusk... all is silent and still. Our withered hearts remain the strongest of them all For they do not know to accept such obedience. Conquering the weak leaving civilization behind
Rise beneath the sands ... and summon thee in man ... and then you will know our vengeance is real!
In a time beyond consciousness... Rivers ran about their feet ... and their heads rose in majesty And spoke like distant thunder.
Turn the seeds into oceans To feed the life into others... Then you will know our vengeance is real!
(to plant the anguish in the heart of man. To drink, the blood of the feeble race. )
Their heads rose in majesty above the world ... and swallowed the hills... They spoke life distant thunder ... and with winds... Odors of dead things. The truth of the feeble ones... The master titans of life.
(the scent of burning flesh, sweet and bountiful I would breath it. Now and forever... Thrones, built upon the ashes of generations
Parched with thirst are the ancients.... My quest to make the cupbearer. (death!) Then you will know our vengeance is real, (man is good for the gods!)