Sinking into many columned otherworlds
Unpenetrable darkness is calling me
Mad I am, yet my eyes have opened too
Scrolls of Mad Arab will soon be true!
Submerged, awaking, lying in the filthy ooze
Seeing tentacles swinging like ancient melodies
Also you came out of water once
Little change is needed to go back again!
The place where all begun
Down where the deep road starts
All kinds of buildings there
Like this temple of the dead!
Julia Brown was girl, who embraced the master's call
Music of Mr. Zann, driving poor girl mad
After the few next weeks, elder signs covered the walls
Gene memories dating back, thousands of years they had!
Temple of Set lies there, their orgy will never end
Twisted kind of faith, court the dark Fisher King
Her garden of Eden's here, down where the deep ones dare
Since antediluvian time - my God, the stars are right!
Antediluvian dreams
They're still haunting me!
Displaying the mortal men's heads
In his temple of the dead!