Fighting through the foliage
Penetrating this uncarted jungle
Dispariage tabu of natives
Enter to the inner rim

All those who had a heart of sheep
has turned back
Men fueled by gold and fame
They perished fast
Fools luck, and primal toughness
Only Way to survive

With trempling steps
and glazed edes
Against all odds
City of Gods

Dozen ancient temples
devoted to sick
perverted gods of past
Immoral scenes carved to Every Wall
and Every colonnade

At the center of this all
lies pond so disgusting and deep
Dweller of the unseen World
Awaken from its ancient dreams

Call it from the dark
Call it through the space and time

Make haste embrace this is end of out days
Make love to please the Beast god

Her rotten Oily womb it will be our tomb