Disinter - Cyclopean Ruins lyrics

Twisted winding valleys, dismal jagged peaks

Wretched land of old, blackened earth obscene

Swing wide the gates of aeons past

Fear grips your soul

Looming on the cliffs, far from prying eyes

Brooding elder nightmare, hidden from mankind

Carven invocations weathered with age show

Knowledge of obscenities not meant for mortal minds

The gates still gape loose on certain nights in forgotten

corners of the world and foul things of old still lurk in

the dark, shapes pent in hell

The madness creeps inside, promoting genocide

Can no longer close your eyes, for chaos has your mind

Watch with abhorrent abasement as ghostly rituals

Unfold, sowing seeds of madness

Whirling fires, raising up

Lurid tongues of flame

Evoked, from the silence of the hills

Chaotic dreams whisper darkness

The madness creeps inside, promoting genocide

No longer close your eyes

Whirling fires, raising up

Lurid tongues of flame

Evoked, from the silence of the hills

Chaotic dreams whisper darkness

Cyclopean ruins, spire of black stone

Sinister monolith, altar of nightmares