Woorden: Vampyrouss. Bastet Of The East.

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The faltering flame, it wanes before my eyes
As darkness finally conquers Lady Bastet's holy shrine
A grey day overhead, as her death is mourned
This betrayal of the Gods whom took away her refined form
Will raise the wrath of slaves taken in by her dark charms
Wresting twixt the fabrics which kept her men from taking to arms
A holy war now beckons like a plague upon the Nile
With deathlike crooked fingers pointing scythes unto the sky...

...Unto the sky

Goddess of the flame, no more flickers fervent eyes
The lady of the East no longer with the Sun shall rise
Our perfumed protector fallen to protect her kin
Shall see her legend carried on a war of deicidal sin
In her name and against her will the powers shall be slain
For glory and for Egypt...
And to ease the pain...

...To ease the pain