Chains that bind and bite into the weathered skin
Beneath the throne of Askona the Queen of sin
Her rise to the calling as old Egypt fell
Rivers of crimson run from hell
As gods of time play their hands
What once was golden now lay damned
Slaves to the rhythm of pounding drums
Build her a world demised of fun
Blackened are the souls beating away
For the Queen of hell rules this day
With sharpened serpents at her will
They bite and stab at the heart so ill
Foolish eyes betrayed by lust
And promises of gold now just dust
How the land weeps away
Beneath the shadows of yesterday