Letra de 'The 7th Clan of Kali' de The House Of Usher

From the void, to the word, to the ancient folks
We decline in a eclipses, in a downward spiral
We look up to their idols that are made of gold
We decline as we worship to their hearts so cold

Like the sandman from our darkest dreams
Like a spider's kiss from the rooms between
She's a watcher of the starlit shades
The keeper, the mistress of the masquerades

With her claws she'll destroy the western world
She has arms like serpents, and she's gonna strangle
There are tales spun around her, that you've never heard
She has servants, who are hidden in every angle
She's a shroud, she's a gas, a smile she never has
For the thrill, she will kill, will take your life
When she opens her eyes, she will force your will
Stay awake, keep away from her magic skills

Like the sand runs from the hour glass
Like a curse conjured up in the past
Like a traveller came from far away
She will raise her mask at the end of days
Like the sandman from our darkest dreams
Like a spider's kiss from the rooms between
She's a watcher of the starlit shades
The keeper, the mistress of the masquerades

When the moon stands over London's town
You will notice her as she is dressed in shadows
From the sky pitch and sulphur are coming down
And you feel her presence, feel her breath so close
In a hallway of arches a train goes like a rush
In the streets you will hear the smothering yell
In a car on a highway, destinated to crush
In the end you'll descend, descend to hell