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

Sprit of the elder gods

Are dead but must live on

Still to life and yet they breath

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

Incased in silent tombs

Immortally exhumed

Spirit of the elder gods

Are dead but must live on

Still to life and yet they breath

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



[Lead: Brian