The Summoning - Grip Inc.

Still and silent in the tomb

The mystery it starts to move

Bound and wrapped golden faced

Disorder fills the sacred place

Invisible in their mindst illusive in disguise

The mind is strong, the flesh is weak

Conserved and distinct through centuries

For disturbance all shall pay

Bandage and bone turns to grey

Fractured silenced aroused from exile

Sparking resurrection of of pain

When I move nobody sees me When I scream nobody hears me Fill the tremble in the tomb

Wrath is unleased inside the tomb

Ambiance of revenge fills all

Intruders intertwined with the sands of time

Take cloak inside the tomb

Reform with awe did prevail

Guardian keeper did rise unknown

All is at rest calm petrified