Bastet Of The East Songtext

The faltering flame, it wanes before my eyes
As darkness finally conquers Lady Bastet's holy shrine
A grey day overhead, as her death is mourned
This betrayal of the Gods whom took away her refined form
Will raise the wrath of slaves taken in by her dark charms
Wresting twixt the fabrics which kept her men from taking to arms
A holy war now beckons like a plague upon the Nile
With deathlike crooked fingers pointing scythes unto the sky...

...Unto the sky