CRYPTIC DOME

Halls of flames and fields of bones
Astral planes and cursed unknowns
Battle still, reality breaks
With every spell, the cosmos shakes

Grim osiris turns his face
Refusing both a final place
No victor crowned, no final breath
Only endless sorcerous death

I summoned storms, I split the stars
I shattered tombs and sealed the scars
Yet still you stand, still you fight
Will this war eclipse the night?
I walked through hell before I plead
I raised the dead and killed desease

I walk alone with no disguise
I raise the dead I heal the blind
Reborn in flesh to fight again
A cursed sorcerer once dethroned
A lightining cracks

The cryptic dome

Forever dammed to wage their war
The gates of death remains no more

They're lost before they can begin
They carve their notes in lonely stone
Unknow, unseen, unheard, alone
Like secrets kept in pyramids halls
Their genius buried in the walls
No marble stage no thrones of fame
Some lone guitars without a name
But still the play their fingers bleed

Composing truths no world will heal
In future days of wires and steel

With no reward but their desire
A melody without a hand