Archaios – The Traveler (At The Necropolis) Part 1 Lyrics

A Secret expedition had come from before
A deadly exhibition was brought to us all
Amidst of the winter the snow was delayed
Arriving the ruins you could hear their prayers.

Their dead talked,
Their dead danced,
For their masters.

As if their souls burned from the grip of Death

Their dead singed
Their dead killed
For their owners.

As if they were crying to be released
from their afterlife cells.

At the necropolis - Always at the service of his majesty
At the necropolis - Keeping the door open for the ones to come

In this secret journey no one was told
That all that had seen this would die in the course.

Their dead robbed
Their dead fought
For their slayers.

Vanishing enemies without any chance of a stand.

Their dead cried
Their dead died
Once again

Just to be released from their energy cells we call soul.

At the necropolis - Always at the service of his majesty
At the necropolis - Keeping the door open for the ones to come.