Paroles de The Victory is Ours

This hysteria passed, but still the mark Of Yahveh burned on in the dark One final time, on the steps to the shrine Of Thoth, I twined with fate "Let my people go" "Still my word is no" "Then Death shall be the deciding plague" Since the crimes divine I left behind I'd warred with every tribe that plied In holy vestament, but with time Bored sore of clawing what was mine I laid my bones and made my throne With a view to paradise