Paroles: Rotting Christ. His Sleeping Majesty.

Broken faces behind the idol
Self sacrifce believers once (betrayed)
Those who disregarded (authorities)
In deadly position they offend
The junless domain
For ages and ages
Where his sleeping majesty
Under the black sand
Skeletoned shapes look lifeless
Thrones disappear in dusty (old centuries)
Where glory hide the myth
Nothing to see those who died
The junless domain
For ages and ages
Where his sleeping majesty
Under the black sand
Invaders who follow the legends
Spread mouth to mouth

Approach the phenomically quiet graveyard
Well hidden lonny sentinels
Around his sandy dwelling
Out of date carnivorous suvivorous
They offend his sleeping majesty
The events can be said by human words
So strength so hate to those who dare
They break the frontiers and they come
Now dust of melting bones
Mixed with the Sandy land
Broken faces behind the idol
Self sacrifce believers once (betrayed)
Those who disregarded (authorities)
In deadly position they offend