In 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 As the abandoned palaces
The heralds carry their victory Now the eagle flies to the sun Restoring a new empire Bravery of the now defunct gods
Veiled with mantles of light These great icons that ruled the Land Yet, grey shaped tomblike forms arise And then the pediment of hypogeum is accomplished
The Mesomphalo burns with dense arrows It's the return of wrath and tragedy Never seen nor touched Ages... like they've never happened at all
