Deicide

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
Sprit of the elder gods
Are dead but must live on
Still to life and yet they breath
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
Incased in silent tombs
Immortally exhumed
Spirit of the elder gods