Horns Of Hattin Cypher King
The Holy Land retreats in slumber
A serpent coiled deep down under
Unclean walls destroyed by imperial decree
The Cypher King still beckoning
Buried vaults of reckoning
The palace rendered absolute in ascendancy
Divine
Is what they seek
Unprecedented treasure
Impregnable supremacy
Knights
Noble and supreme
Undermine the Rock
Rooting out the key
Tunnelling their heretic path
Through the davidian Temple Mount
Chiselling through the Rock until its core is found
In a heavy mallet stroke
The spirits in the pits awoke
The walls between the dark and light collapse, eleven souls ignite
Divine
Is what they seek
Unprecedented treasure
Impregnable supremacy
Knights
Noble and supreme
Undermine the Rock
Rooting out the key
Hammering
The stench of years of sweat
Clamoring
Their pains they now forget
Bashing
Against that hollow wall
Smashing
In empty space the pieces fall
Shining from the dark within
The sceptre of the Cypher King
Summoned demons, Seraphim
The Baphomet, Jesus severed head
Absolute power
Stunning wealth
Puppet strings
Pulled in stealth
Sacerdotium
Imperium
From prosperity
To treachery
The Cypher King still beckoning
Buried vaults of reckoning
The palace rendered absolute in ascendancy
Divine
Is what they seek
Unprecedented treasure
Impregnable supremacy
Knights
Noble and supreme
Undermine the Rock
Rooting out the key
