Autumn Cryptique - Pathology

In Autumn we sleep waiting for solar eclipse

A creator of the sun has fallen from

His throne high atop the hills and lakes

Energy builds and the king of Gods arise

Forgive us father we believe in the lions head

For you have safe passage through the new kingdom

And as we reach through to the other side

We can feel the walls of the tombs

Containing the text

For it is now a sunset has taken over

The text points to the horizon

And our journey nears the end

An age of the empire is born

And darkness sets over the old kingdom

For we will reuse the blood and soil;

Near the end

Autumn cryptique