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
