The final resting place of the ancient kings The arks to the underworld Sealed and concentrated against The faith of thee earth Monument of sacrificed slaves and sacred geometry Packed with the riches of the conquered countries Arch to the underworld Blood lust, Babble, Reach for the sun The end of days is coming Suffer the damned cause you'll never be part of this This is your life, What you, ve become Come forth little creatures, We'll make your numb Make way little creature this is your hell Blood lust, Babble, Reach for the sun The ancients call you bring forth the damned Blood lust, Babble, Reach for the sun Come forth little creatures, this is your hell Blood lust, Babble, Reach for the sun The ancients have called you to bring down the damned These sacred tombs are ours to explore The wealth of the ancients melted down to slag The corpses of kings ground in to powder Now these sacred tombs are ours to defile By the greed of the foreign men Who steel the wealth of our gods And grind their corpse to a meal The time has come to wreak vengeance Unleash the curse Unleash the curse of the gods As they are consumed by greed Unleash the curse of the gods So shall they be consumed Unleash the curse of the gods