Temple of the Lost Race - Septicflesh

Preserved from the ancient years

When Earth was just a newborn star

The proof of a distant truth

Arrogantly stands mocking the wind

Guarding mysteries that man has not unchained

An emblem of power has remained, a fallen temple…

Faded pictures all over the walls

Projecting a horrid state of sanity

Figures that don’t belong to a human race

Symbols and maps

Architectural miracles carrying the history of a race

That now seems lost

SOLO: CHRIS

Fears born from the Past

TEMPLE OF THE LOST RACE

Deep inside the heart of the pole

An old ruler of the stars

Buried in a chest from glass

The answers about our path

Eternal life can’t rest asleep

It lurks beneath as force of will

Ancient are the rules set on this world

An emblem of power will remain, a fallen temple…

Fears born from the Past

TEMPLE OF THE LOST RACE

Deep inside the heart of the pole

An old ruler of the stars