I, a transient shadow
A serpent, the least among men
But still my name is Aión
It's graven with an iron pen
Footprints of waves of sand
A proof of your might
Though my longing hibernates
Footprints of thunder; I hail thee
Spears to the sky
The glimpse of shining armour
A vision of the latter days
Archaic rites
Unfolds the scripts of omens
Our wisdom sails to force the sky
We are transient shadows
Serpents, the least among men
But still out names are Aiónios
They're graven with an iron pen
