"In death painted skyline black pylons climb the sky,
ghosts of ziggurats once held high and divine.
Upon western skeletons, I gaze the whole orient burn
as vivid storms linger on and amber floods churn."
"Midst fumes of sacrifice we are lost, blood up to our knees,
fire and brimstone, celestial riposte to our pleas.
Whips of fire lick flesh off from our backs,
as we drag golden idols on these bone covered tracks."
A poem for one of our songs that will be coming on our debut album. It was given birth mostly by good, heavy groove of the song itself and its ancient Egypt sounding atmosphere. For the same instant we started to jam it out I got this picture in my head of throng of slaves towing huge golden statue in the ashen desert. On the front of the statue was a demon armed with flaming whips, whacking these poor people. In my opinion it has nice layers to it as it has nice "surreal" imagery and symbolism to it and it quite well reflects how the society we live in works. The gold and wealth in any of its forms is always regarded the highest goal and it makes the rules.