Kneeling in dark and oldest grave

Oh mighty father, I never really saw your dead

What you left behind to me

Is standing on the darkside

Of your gravestone (there stands)

Find the old man in the mountain


I'm now sending my voice

To the world's four corners

To the ground, to the air

To all living black

Your spirit lives here

Mighty father


I never really saw your dead

But I know you are out there somewhere


Now mighty father, give me a sign

So I can find the old man in the mountain

A divine vision in deity falls

Covert in black fog

The guidance to the old god


The divine old god

Standing so high


Grossing the river of dead

There is no return

Cannot avoid the eyes

The way up to old man up high


Welcome my son of black

Enter the circle with no beginning and no end

Find your own mountain

Where there is no future and no past


Amon, god of life

Mictian, Aztek death god

Toth, god for magic

I'm your souls

Amon

Mictian

Toth

I'm your souls


I'm now sending my voice

To the world's four corners

To the ground, to the air

To all living black

Your spirit lives here

Mighty father