I'll turn take the rays of God Into the ancient halls To explore the vault
Deep down below Something unknown grows Among the constellations An outer world creation From the depths of the vault All the sons mourn At winter solstice The sleeping lady calls us home
I have witnessed the glory from beyond An omen of a heathen hope Take place on sunken floors
How long i've been away From buried stone home
Sons of the morning our legacy flows! This is a perfect Equinox Inside the circle of the unknown
Goddess dressed in black Waiting for the dead The dawn all around Her rays fall so gently Don't make a sound As they drift through the hypogeum Light touched the ground Lay down Light touched the far distant ground
