From the dim red dawn of Creation From the fogs of timesless time Came we, the first great nation First on the upward climb Savage, untaught, unknowing
Groping through primitive night Yet faintly catching the glowing The hint of the coming Light
Ranging the lands untraveled Buildung our land-marks of stone Vaguely grasping at glory Gazing beyond our lore See, how the Lost Fire smolders We are on with the eons´ must Nations have trod on our shoulders Trampling us into the dust
Holy - Holy - Song of Death and Birth Ghost Kings are chanting Of tragedy and mirth
We, the first of the races
Linking the Old and the New - Look, where the sea-cloud spaces Mingle with ocean-blue So we have mingled with ages And the world-wind our ashes stirs Vanished are we from Time’s pages Our Memory? Wind in the firs
Holy - Holy - Ever-turning Wheel The Alpha and Omega Ouroboros unveiled And our heart still yearns But the world, unheed, turns
Ancient - Hidden - People of the moon Our hills were already ancient When Caesars met their doom
Endless - Eternal - Ever-turning Wheel The Alpha and Omega Ouroboros of steel Forsaken - Forgotten - We are a fading race Ghost Kings are marching From thousand yesterdays
The shining roads of morning The ages golden truth We walked in Arcadia (When) The world was wild with youth Stonehenge of long-gone glory Sombre and lone in the night Murmur the age-old story How we kindled the first of the light Speak, night-winds, of man´s creation Whisper o´er crag and fen The tale of the first great nation
The last of the Stone Age men
Holy – Holy – Song of Death and Birth Ghost Kings are chanting Of tragedy and mirth And our harp still weeps But the world, unheeding, sleeps