Sarnath, great city of the ancient realms
Wonder of the world and pride of men
Mighty kingdom and a pilgrimage in Dreamlands
Your walls were built on death your towers on despair
Sarnath the day they marched across the lake
Frozen were the hearts of all your men
Frozen waters holding death onto their surface
For the stone-city of Ib the end was then at hand
Nothing was spared of the archaic Ib
Except a greenish stone idol
That was resembling Bokrug the great lizard-god
This the young warriors brought back as a loot
A sign of dominion and power
Night it was set up inside the great temple of Sarnath
Taran-Ish the high priest cursed the ugly lizard god
When the sun rose he was dead and the stone idol gone
On the altar he had written a sign
Of the city's impending doom
When they found him fear had widened his eyes
Which reflected the crescent moon
Aeons have passed and the vast spur of land
Around the lake was all conquered
Sarnath grew mighty and learned in the kingdom of men
A thousand years of prosperity, wealth and success was its king celebrating
Everyone gathered to honor the rulers of Sarnath
All the fools are celebrating
While the dark lake is awaking
From its depths their doom is coming
Deadlights shine the utter warning