Lyrics Prophecy Of The Dying Watcher - Iniquity

Prophecy Of The Dying Watcher

From the plains of the unborn
I have traveled from the lands beyond the mirror
I originate
From the ashes of what used to be
Now scorched is the lands of the ancient
Horrid screams from God that perished
Elderly paradise
Consumed in flames of forgotten hatred
I know to the gate of warping
That leads eternal waste
Smell the incense of the ancient
That watch the gate in peril
Names of the dormant God
Lost in societies of a man
They’ve awaken from their slumber
To clench the earth with hate
From the ashes of what used to be