Lurking In The Forgotten Kingdom Of Buried Society

By myself I ride
Days and nights
Alone in this dimension
I am searching the past.

I will reach the land
Of forgotten witchcraft
The wind blows cold
I feel I am near.

The sandstorm has stopped
Darkness is eating the sun
Winds of desolation
Are blowing cold.

The sandstorm has stopped
Time ate the walls
Here I've come
Back in the centuries.

A nameless city I reched
In a subterranean desert
Ancient circles on the wall
Death built this stones of grief.

Through the darkness, through the coffins
Demons re invoked
Now the sandstorms rise
I rule this world.

Centuries came to a new life
Summoned by my call
Old eyes now see again
Old hate burns again.

Cold winds cover
The Kingdom of pure evil
I drew the circle
I rule this world.

Now I sit on the throne
Which has been covered
With dust and spiders
This dominion is mine.

I rise my sword
The winds blow cold
I burn with them
My blasphemous creations.