In the Forgotten Melancholic Waves of Eternal SeaAs the leaves of a autumn end
The winter has envolved then
In it’s cold sensibleness
The dreams were envolved
By the last breath of the contempt
In awaked darkness of a forest
The paleness of the illusions
AkakorVeiled secrets, engraved in these echoing stones
Arising from long forgotten times
In the lost distant city, where the promontories hide
Obscure colossal statues
Where the radiance permeates
The bloody cenote is buried
Enter the Halls of Petrous PowerFrom the arid soil of my soul
In the name of the ancient Korafas
The crawling forgotten glory
From kings of the wood of Gondwanas
But the trumpets shall sound
And spearls shall reach them
ImmemorialMove away from the blowing winds
Between the columns from the Chthonian Temple
Fall upon thee the glaring light of the great Sun
That exile in the islands beyond the sea murmurs
The deadly burden, unbearable, invisible dim in the tank of the night
Immemorial
Like an ode forged in immemorial ErasIn the beginning of ages
Auspices of the eagles i saw...
Mortuary urns and adorned coffins
A chthonian theodicy
Lost trails in a misty morning
Heirs of Crom roam upon the Earth
Punished by darkness, bleak from the Sun
The Fallen Race Listen to the call of the drums and the march
Of the Hulak army
Behold the promontories of Uros
And its banners, swelling
Like waves from immemorial oceans
They carried weapons that brought disgrace
Listen to the call of the drums and the march
The Lost Path to Ma-Noa I roam to the lost city
And proceed towards the recesses of Antichthon
Beyond the gorges of Kish
Beyond the mist of Tanum
Over and above the gates of Salazere
A poisonous fog blinds my eyes
An enigma of desolation
The Shrines of Ibez Sunset in El Dorado
Behind the lost veil
I am the basalt enlightened by the full moon
Mirroring the stone gateway
Létha, Cyclopean end
I run deep into the forest