I'll turn take the rays of God
Into the ancient halls
To explore the vault
Deep down below
Something unknown grows
Among the constellations
An outer world creation
From the depths of the vault
All the sons mourn
At winter solstice
The sleeping lady calls us home
I have witnessed the glory from beyond
An omen of a heathen hope
Take place on sunken floors
How long i've been away
From buried stone home
Sons of the morning our legacy flows!
This is a perfect Equinox
Inside the circle of the unknown
Goddess dressed in black
Waiting for the dead
The dawn all around
Her rays fall so gently
Don't make a sound
As they drift through the hypogeum
Light touched the ground
Lay down
Light touched the far distant ground