Paroles de The Anomalies of Artificial Origin

The Anomalies of Artificial Origin Taken from the mud and clay DNA strands mutate and form The sky not yet coming into being As the gods had not yet been born From the mounds of fertile black soil Rise above the chaotic waters The children of atum coming the be The children of atum Down from the sky thry descend Upon the rock raise your bleeding arms The symbol of ka your essence Will be them The Anomilies of Artificial Origin Created as a slave race to mine gold The keepers of the sky begin the cycle again A new world of sustanance were eternal Path on the great throne enslaved Opening the mouth of ceremony Release the souls of corpses by priests Performing at this funeral of creation Sitting upon the mud and clay God of regeneration Tombs of the craftsmen The funeral cults rise to dominate After the collapse of the old kingdom Period of the weak eleventh dynasty Reigning over the region of mud and clay