Sipids Garricht Nuons by Ahein Cied Lyrics

Hidden 'tween thorns of tree
And under sable earth
12 magicks - dark sorcery
From the blood of many dead
Miles below they sleep
In slumber not roused by sun
Those giants of Sipid
Born from the deeds of men
Smells like the well of anburz
Percolate deep into my skull
These vapors arouse a state of decay within
And I fall into a trance
As my body slowly drifts through the soil
Towards Arell