Woorden: Death Angel. The Art Of Dying. Prophecy.

Enter the tomb of the old
Mystery in ancient gold
All that ever was foretold
Cycle in constant change
Temple of doom, rearranged
Many tales remain the same

Carved in stone, enter the tomb
Ritual under the moon

Intrigue wrapped all it's own
Building now what is renown
The sky is the cornerstone
Man fears time, fears pyramids
Journey in sand to resurrect
Feather of truth is weighed against

Carved in stone, enter the tomb
Ritual under the moon

One last trip, river of life
Prophecy into the sky

Cursed with clairvoyance, the rise and the fall
The unknown is shadowed in stone walls
"Goddess of the sky
Spread yourself over me
Among the undying stars
That I may not die again"

Unknown truth, ending untold
Monuments, rooms of gold
Royal history in stone
Prelude to eternal life
Souls of our kings are deified
Opening of the mouth

Carved in stone, enter the tomb
Ritual under the moon

One last trip, river of life
Prophecy into the sky, into the sky