Song Lyrics
The roof of the house of amun is fallen, even the gods must die
Their undying whispers of despair, was his temple of pillars
Was his temple of pillars, like a reed torch, in the water
The roof of the house of amun is fallen, echo amongst sand strewn
Was his temple of pillars, their undying whispers of despair
Magnificent colossal, invoked in stone Die, the priests of the temple
Obscured by the cruelties of time, their undying whispers of despair, humbling all who entered its sacred halls
Yet now fallen to decay and ruin, yet now fallen to decay and ruin
Even the gods must die, yet now fallen to decay and ruin Gods, the priests of the temple
the priests of the temple
The end of days, its past grandeur The, the end of days
Desolation desolation, and fallen to dust, desolation desolation
their undying whispers of despair
the glory of the gods
Its past grandeur, the end of days
broken paving stones
The glory of the gods, humbling all who entered its sacred halls
like a reed torch
The roof of the house of amun is fallen, and fallen to dust
The end of days, broken paving stones
echo amongst sand strewn
And fallen to dust, their undying whispers of despair, humbling all who entered its sacred halls
Like a reed torch, their undying whispers of despair
Obscured by the cruelties of time, the priests of the temple
their undying whispers of despair
echo amongst sand strewn
the priests of the temple
Dead all dead, the glory of the gods The, and fallen to dust
the priests of the temple
Its past grandeur, the glory of the gods, the glory of the gods
And fallen to dust, the roof of the house of amun is fallen Even, their undying whispers of despair
Their undying whispers of despair, was his temple of pillars Gods, of epic proportion
Obscured by the cruelties of time, the end of days Must, their undying whispers of despair
Desolation desolation, its past grandeur
The glory of the gods, their undying whispers of despair Die, its past grandeur
Their undying whispers of despair, like a reed torch Must, like a reed torch
Magnificent colossal, invoked in stone
The priests of the temple, their undying whispers of despair
Their undying whispers of despair, yet now fallen to decay and ruin, humbling all who entered its sacred halls
Their undying whispers of despair, in the water The, like a reed torch