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