Temple Of The Lost Race — Septic Flesh

(music: SPIROS/SOTIRIS) 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.

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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 remaine , a fallen temple....

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Fears born from the Past TEMPLE OF THE LOST RACE deep inside the heart of the pole an old ruler of the stars