The Summoning کے بول

Still and silent in the tomb The mystery it starts to move Bound and wrapped golden faced Disorder fills the sacred place Invisible in their mindst illusive in disguise The mind is strong, the flesh is weak Conserved and distinct through centuries For disturbance all shall pay Bandage and bone turns to grey Fractured silenced aroused from exile Sparking resurrection of of pain When I move nobody sees me When I scream nobody hears me Fill the tremble in the tomb Wrath is unleased inside the tomb Ambiance of revenge fills all Intruders intertwined with the sands of time Take cloak inside the tomb Reform with awe did prevail Guardian keeper did rise unknown All is at rest calm petrified