[Verse 1] In ancient halls, the fires fade, The lords of soil, in shadows made. Bone and flesh, a sculptor’s clay, The old blood bends, the world obeys. [Chorus] Flesh and dominion, fear the hand, We shape the beast, we rule the land. From hearth to grave, the night is ours, The tsee-meesh-eh reign through twisted powers. [Verse 2] The land remembers, the soil is bound, Our roots run deep, where screams resound. Human masks are torn away, The master’s will is flesh’s play. [Bridge] Once lords of man, now lords of night, The Beast remade in sculpted fright. The soul is gone, the form is bent, The clan of dragons, permanent. [Chorus] Flesh and dominion, fear the hand, We shape the beast, we rule the land. From hearth to grave, the night is ours, The tsee-meesh-eh reign through twisted powers.
