1. THE SWIRLING MIST

The rising, the swirling.....mist
Forming halos around your head
Cold black fingers......reaching
Caress, caress of the dead

Eyes open wide
Searching for an answer
The rising tide
Eyes open wide
Searching for an answer


2. BAPTISM OF ATLANTIS

Raise the death mask, from the Empire of the Sun
Slaves within the ocean,
Time can't change what you've become

Akkadian fathers, buried with their sons
Fallen city, sunken lands
Beyond the void, beneath the sands
Buried city, Atlantis stands

Within cyclopean ruins
There they lie beneath the sea
Isle of the Dead
In death forever be

Beyond the veil
Departed souls of the dead must go


3. INTO THE OCEAN'S ABYSS

(Instrumental)


4. THE SONS OF BELIAL

Cold eyes, gaze on obsidian skies
A single tear, the end of the last days
Weep an ocean, flood this cursed land
Our darkest days have come at last

We are the Sons of Belial
Called upon to rise again
We are the Sons of Belial

Dead eyes, stare from eternal sleep
She who weeps, waits in her shadowed womb
Mourn the passing of the child she's lost
Her darkest days are here at last

I despair of this world
Despise what we've become
Turn to ash under this dying sun

I despair of this world
When will we die
Return to dust, in the years of decline


5. DEATHLESS ECHO

(Instrumental)


6. INVOCATION OF THE ANCIENTS

The prophets gaze on Akkadian skies
Cities crumble, all will die...

Last of the ancients beneath the tide
Unknown grave from ruins arise

Awaken from sleep, reclaim what has gone
Black cloak burns on a blazing throne

Prophets gaze to the burning skies...
Rise from the ashes, where Atlantis lies