The House In The Lane Of Scholars

Protected by the night I do my work
Safe by the seals of power and colossal wealth
Slaves will drag the bodies to the cellar
The knowledge of the dead I shall obtain!

Dead flesh returns to life again
In rituals of arcane wisdom
There is no death that shall withstand
The arts of grave I can command.

Boil the mummies in the kettle
Extract the salts essential
Raise the body, use the torture
Gain the wisdom, dump the corpse.

Dead flesh returns to life again
In rituals of arcane wisdom
There is no death that shall withstand
The arts of grave I can command.

Damascus – the jewel of the desert
Scholars' work guarded by its walls
Within the nights of studies
Melancholy of the emptiness
Holds me in her loving arms.

Damascus – the jewel of the desert
Scholars' work guarded by its walls
Within the nights of studies
Melancholy of the emptiness
Holds me, holds me, holds me…