from sleep, reclaim what has gone Black cloak burns on a blazing throne Prophets gaze to the burning skies... Rise from the ashes, where Atlantis lies
The rising, the swirling.....mist Forming halos around your head Cold black fingers......reaching Caress, caress of the dead Eyes open wide Searching
ocean, time can't change what you've become Akkadian fathers, buried with their sons Fallen city, sunken lands Beyond the void, beneath the sands Buried city, Atlantis
We are the Sons of Belial Called upon to rise again We are the Sons of Belial Dead eyes, stare from eternal sleep She who weeps, waits in her shadowed