They go to sacred lands,
And dig up ancient bones,
They can't understand the meaning Of the spiritual songs,
Their curiosity,
Has no end in sight,
Trying to read tomorrow's prophecy,
Living in hypocrisy ,Desecration
As they dig up the grave,
Taking away the dead from their tomb,
Still no faith,
In the way to salvation,
Even though they have walked into the empty room.
Disturbing the dead,
They can't even rest in peace,
Hiding away in secret rooms,
Trying to sleep,
Where no one can Desecrate
In sacred lands,
The artist is the only one
That could speak
Where the dead sleep,
They can't even rest in peace,
There are thieves that rob the grave,
Where a king once laid,
Legends of their life,
Will one day fade,
Like the star in the night
curiosity, has no end in sight,
the price will be paid.
Robbers of the grave