In wicked times Of last despair These precious stones Release it's glare Cursed are the chosen ones Who prosper deadly stones Everlasting spells of greed Lurch it's divine atone I look into my life and see that my mind is gone Forever searching for the j**els of the dead
Chants of prayer Damned for all time Sacral laws Lost Useless hope factored unwell Till the end of time It's glimmer draws us here To the caverns of wrath It s**s us in It feeds our soul To it's wretched binding scourge Jewels of the Dead