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Seeing No Inscriptions

This Eternal City Bore

Not The Fruit Of Civilisation

Not Seen By Eyes But Mine

Deep Within The Dunes,

This Atrocity Laid To Rot,

Unwholesome Antiquity,

Deliberately Lost,

The Unvocal Place Dripping,

In The Ghastly Stillness Of Unending Sleep

Swallowed, By The Sand

That Is, Not Dead Which Can Eternal Lie

And With Strange Aeons, Even Death May Die

Shunned So, This City Should Be

Hours Of Waiting, For The Coming Sunrise

Daring Not To Tread, Forth In The Mirk

As Memnon Hailed, The Mighty Disk

I Steeled Myself, To Venture Forth

In And Out Of Shapeless Housing

Mine Vision Drawn To A Would-Be Temple

Wading Further Into Shapeless Darkness

My Flame - My Only Eyes

Light Cast On Still-Red Stones

Chorus

Swallowed, By The Sand

That Is, Not Dead Which Can Eternal Lie

And With Strange Aeons, Even Death May Die

Shunned So, This City Should Be



Shifting Through

Construct's Darkness

Guided By

My Fear

Flames Lick The Walls Around Me

Horror Becomes Tangible

Rushing Wind Felt From Behind

Draws Me Down, Down Inside



Endlessly Descending

Times Seemed To All But Stop

Suddenly My Feet Hit Earth

In A Long Dark Chamber

Displayed On The Walls Were...

The Scales Of Long Lost Man

Diminutive In Stature

With Shrapnel Fangs, Wicked Claws

The Face Invoked A Hideous Reality

History Lost, Sealed Away, Forgotten

Hundreds Of These Deceased Demons

Encased By Stone And Lost In Sand



Their Strange Reptilian Features

Lit By An Unknown Light

As I Examined Through The Glass

The Glimmering Scales Ignite

Their Ungodly Tendrils Now Twitching

My Sanity Depletes

Being Pulled Toward The Phosphor

I Am Eternal As I Lie