Mistress of the Obsidian Temple

Pale moonlight shines on broken stone Ancient spires in city deep Procession of the faithful marches Bringing gifts of sacrifice Iä! Iä! Iä! Iä! Iä! Iä! Iä! Iä! Iä! Iä! Iä! Iä! In the temple the sunken priestess Watching over all who seek the truth Prepare the rites and speak the sacred words Anoint thyself with blood from dagger piercing high Iä! Iä! Iä! Iä! Iä! Iä! Iä! Iä! Iä! Iä! Iä! Iä! Waiting for the master to awake From endless sleep The Mistress of the Obsidian Temple His place she must keep Pale moonlight shines on broken stone Ancient spires in city deep Procession of the faithful marches Bringing gifts of sacrifice In the temple the sunken priestess Watching over all who seek the truth Prepare the rites and speak the sacred words Anoint thyself with blood from dagger piercing high Iä! Iä! Iä! Iä! Iä! Iä! Iä! Iä! Iä! Iä! Iä! Iä! Waiting for the master to awake From endless sleep The Mistress of the Obsidian Temple His place she must keep As the stars align one last time She stares into the night The Mistress of the Obsidian Temple She knows we must die