Dead But Dreaming

Out of my mind into a world between In search of the ancient artistry Lord Kur, before your sword I see The house of death is opening Hanging from their primal sleep Forbidden to be seen Spirit of the elder gods Are dead but must live on Still to life and yet they breathe Dead but dreaming..... Lords of the world within the space between Wandering receivers of a sacrifice Lord Kur, beyond your throne you sleep Beneath the seven cities dead Encased in silent tombs Immortally exhumed Spirit of the elder gods Are dead but must live on Still to life and yet they breathe Dead but dreaming..... As I smear my blood on thy sword Through the gates into lands I know not On the road where none have returned Come to life, Oh lords of black earth Screaming ancient incantations Sleep unbinded by my sight Dead but dreaming, darkloads waking From the house of death set free Sixty demons, bow before thy Ancient catatonia Elder vengeance, Lord Kur take me Darklords hear me, hung dead bleeding