Profaning the Temple of Bones Lyrics

Three elder black magicians are walking till the black hill top.
They arrive under the full moon's light,
That has been the guide... three red stars,
Indicate the real paths, in the mid of the forest have a golden door, the black magicians enter successfully, they are in shock, the best sculpture ever built, "the magic skull pillar" the walls covered with the most perfect bones of all the kings of the valley, and there it is... "the fountain of the dead waters" the best diabolical potions for witchcraft, but be so careful, the waters can't be spilled, it will be a fatal mistake, if a drop is spilled, and damnation comes over them... the skin becomes dust.
The bones fall in silence, the spirits flip them to the magician remains, to the vortex void till the land of no return.