Since Aeons
The fluorescent fog is crawling
On the eternal sabulous oceans
Cold black stone holds
The secrets of countless years
Buried under the sands of time
Lunatic wisdom dwells within
The chambers of silent horror
Through cracked joints
Drifts smouldering green
Pulsating vapour circles the ruin
Slowly melting seals
Force the stones to stay in shape
The black pyramid
Obnubilates the deserts days