The sand that hides
The bones of the dead
Whispers in the [bad word] of our future

We shall build here
In this cursed place [bad word] [bad word] The towers of gods
In their shadows
We will ever toil
We will hide there
Waiting for a revelation
Citadels of sorrow
These relics of old
Sentinels of secrets
Hidden down below

These are the foundations
of burden that we laid
Must we feat on a bounty of blood?
The soul of the world in the mouths of all
Sick [bad word] in the fountain of life
It will sustain us
Was there even a choice?

Descendants of dust
With faces carved from stone
The legacy of what has gone
Our paths connected by a thread
Only remains of the lies we led
Impart the weight of the years we shed