Akphaezya

The Golden Vortex of Kaltaz

Akphaezya


Sleep well priest, to eternity 
Thanks priest, you have been a father to me 
See all these tears that I can not cry 
Because, as the wind I will fight 
My heart feels dry. 

Now, walking on olg golden waves 
I follow the wind of the sea of sand. 
Flying away from your grave, 
I follow the wind of which I am the slave 

I am a whirlwind of fire 
And the sand burns my skin 
Flying higher and higher 
By the wings of my screams 

The vortex is leading me 
To a world of agony 
Drowning me into the golden sea. 

Walking out, Khym saw a man 
held up his hand 
He was Tyro, lord of the nomad kings 
And master of the desert wind 

Congratulations, dead priest 
Stronger than you were, your student is 
Since he defied the sand storm 
And the vortex of Kaltaz all alone. 

I make him one of my sons 
I can feel the faith beating under his skin 
Forgetting what the young could have done 
Tyro gave the lands which (now) would obey to Khym 

I master the vortex 
Spring and fountain of agony 
I am khym 
Sheikh of the golden sea 

The vortex is leading me 
To a world of agony 
Drowning me into the golden sea. 

Sleep well, priest, to eternity 

Men and women must be free 
to be considered alive (x3)