The Wounded Kings — Invocation of the Ancients lyrics
The page contains the lyrics of the song "Invocation of the Ancients" by The Wounded Kings.
Lyrics
The prophets gaze on Akkadian skies*
Cities crumble, all will die…
Last of the ancients beneath the tide
Unknown grave from ruins arise
Awaken from sleep, reclaim what has gone
Black cloak burns on a blazing throne
Prophets gaze to the burning skies…
Rise from the ashes, where Atlantis lies