The Summoning

By Grip Inc.

On Nemesis

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Still and silent in the tomb

The mystery, it starts to move

Bound and wrapped, golden faced

Disorder fills the sacred place

Invisible in their midst

Illusive in disguise

The mind is strong, the flesh is weak

Conserved and distinct for centuries

For disturbance, all shall pay

Bandage and bone turns to grey

Fractured silenced aroused from exile

Sparking resurrection of pain

When I move, nobody sees me

When I scream, nobody hears me

Fill the tremble in the tomb

Wrath is unleased inside the tomb

Ambiance of revenge fills all

Intruders intertwined with the sands of time

Take a look inside the tomb

Reform with awe did prevail

Guardian keeper did rise unknown

All is at rest calm petrified