Wading through the lake of flames The scratch of its frail caress Gorges of sinister depths Where souls wept Swirling in the fall Seismic ripples on the fields The chanting black echoes Are pining for the shadows Uh! Common! Prehistoric worship resonates In the great grey expanse Entangled and weighed down By the lapse of time The sand swallows up the men The shriek of their cancelled eyes Shouting through the monuments Pining for the shadows Prehistoric worship resonates In the great grey expanse Entangled and weighed down In a cold bone grasp