The Holy Land retreats in slumber
A serpent coiled deep down under
Unclean walls destroyed by imperial decree
The Cypher King still beckoning
Buried vaults of reckoning
The palace rendered absolute in ascendancy
Tunnelling their heretic path
Through the davidian Temple Mount
Chiselling through the Rock until its core is found
The spirits in the pits awoke
The walls between the dark and light collapse, eleven souls ignite
The stench of years of sweat
Their pains they now forget
In empty space the pieces fall
Shining from the dark within
The sceptre of the Cypher King
Summoned demons, Seraphim
The Baphomet, Jesus severed head
The Cypher King still beckoning
Buried vaults of reckoning
The palace rendered absolute in ascendancy
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