Out of my mind into a world between
In search of the ancient artistry
Lord Kur, before your sword I see

The house of death is opening

Hanging from their primal sleep

Forbidden to be seen
Spirit of the elder Gods
Are dead but must live on

Still to life and yet they breathe
Dead but dreaming


Lords of the world within the space between
Wandering receivers of a sacrifice
Lord Kur, beyond your throne you sleep

Beneath the seven cities dead

Encased in silent tombs

Immortally exhumed
Spirit of the elder Gods
Are dead but must live on

Still to life and yet they breathe
Dead but dreaming


As I smear my blood on thy sword
Through the gates into lands I know not
On the road where none have returned

Come to life, oh Lords of black earth

Screaming ancient incantations

Sleep unbinded by my sight
Dead but dreaming, darkloads waking
From the house of death set free


Sixty demons, bow before the
Ancient catatonia

Elder vengeance, Lord Kur take me
DarkLords hear me, hung dead bleeding


[Guitar solo]