Lords of Rephaim - Pathology, Wakeless

As we walk in the iron age of the netherrealm

To the valley of Rephaim

Ancient walk with the dead will rise

On this side or the other

Thee dead kings read execration texts of the

Forgotten kingdom-Lords of Rephaim

Now we stand to be judged by the suns

Of Anak-Lords of Rephaim

Lords of Rephaim

Our ravens cries can not be heard

For we are chosen by the grain

Lords of Rephaim

Drink from the quays