Manilla Road The Book Of Ancients
Three books of human flesh Of Magik, life and death Of times long lost to man Creation of the damned Before the ancient gods And Dreams of Eschaton The Ancients of the Muse Combated Cthulu His tentacles reach far beyond the grave These chronicles of light and life enslaved, Were penned in blood Before the mighty flood Nocturnal Lords of Death Summoned by Dragon's Breath To cleanse this holy land From sea to desert sand Like Necronomicon, And Ancient Bardic song These books hold many clues To Magik law and truth The sentinels of Hell guard every gate These chronicles of light and life enslaved Were penned in blood Before the mighty flood