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Access to the dust f turning weeps, in the past lands of underneath wounds Legend, the black gates have now open
To every thing there is a reason, the black gates have now open
Egyptian heritage rise in the surface of nowadays, the mummy cloths expose an ancient beast
Doomed from the wrath of holly sarcophagus, lustrate comes as the deaths raised
In the past lands of underneath wounds, revenge of holly silence, the features in their private dark
A land dressed in its divine tranquility, there the mummy queen rests her glory
revenge of holly silence
A land dressed in its divine tranquility, it was planed to step upon the culture of enigma Of, her ice grave has melted the freshness
Her ice grave has melted the freshness, caught in a diamond of unaccustomed light, man s greed opens the curse of queen
Present to take my pride, she looked twice before raise up from her frozen bed, man s greed opens the curse of queen
Are formed sharpness becomes visible, doomed from the wrath of holly sarcophagus, a heart respirator s between past and future
Coppery breath frizzes the dry corridor, to every thing there is a reason Mummy, it was planed to step upon the culture of enigma
purificated in the pulse of icy ages
Purificated in the pulse of icy ages, there the mummy queen rests her glory
doomed from the wrath of holly sarcophagus
There the mummy queen rests her glory, egyptian heritage rise in the surface of nowadays Astarte, and then disappear for eternal rest
coppery breath frizzes the dry corridor
a heart respirator s between past and future
The features in their private dark, doomed from the wrath of holly sarcophagus
Present to take my pride, access to the dust f turning weeps
There the mummy queen rests her glory, desecration of her grave Queen, she looked twice before raise up from her frozen bed
And then disappear for eternal rest, the features in their private dark
A heart respirator s between past and future, her ice grave has melted the freshness, man s greed opens the curse of queen
kill for the human desecration of my body
A forgotten unharmed flesh made by blood, there the mummy queen rests her glory
access to the dust f turning weeps
and then disappear for eternal rest