1. ...Arrival
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2. Rebirth
A long wander in the dark...
Corridors with no air to breathe
Doubts about the directions to take
A god waiting to rebirth and...
Awake!
We were lost, forgotten
Dismembered, stagnated...
Scant hope to proceed
Scant desire to create and...
Awake!
Canticle of a sorcerer
Origins a long path
Only When the woods awakens
Reveals the magic to the world
Celtic wisdom embraces
And inspire a greater sequel...
It was a first channelling
Kinship with a brighter ideology
Celtic wisdom embraces
Kinship with a brighter ideology
Strange symbols,
Carved as ogham glyphs
Describes the old, abandoned,
Distant ruins of a pantheon
Fire, earth, water, air
Are invoked to make debt
To the glorious Morrighan...
Deceitful, unscrupulous, majestical might
Dogma of a king
Dark, forbidden, charming pact
Shortcut to infinity
Augmentation to every skill
Profitable risk to take
Linger with anticipation
The arrival of tones
Announcement of a time
Consumed by the vortex...
The rebirth is about to begun
Fulfilled with past memories
Visit a great dome
Above the theatre of illusion
Wrath is contained and tamed
For only brief instants
A journey to continue
New Trails to be explored
Even alesia's within contact
Where some ravens hold
Hate ends all oddities
Allusive words related...
Joined form this rebirth
Element of a greater set
Awake!
3. Viking's Horned Parody
Night is running cold
As we prepare the feast
Remembering deeds, beyond the great sea,
Bunch of Vikings memories
Agnes, oh Agnes!
Jewel of Normandy
A generous gift from goddess Freya
In the pillage after victory
Agnes, Agnes!
Jewel of Normandy
A generous gift from goddess Freya
In the pillage after victory
Dance around the fire
That toasts the pig's skin
Rattle with moon, shuffle the stars
Let we have a parody
In this night we drink together
Countless horns filled with mead
Until the dawn calls
We stand on our feet with tencay
Agnes, Agnes!
Source of inner ecstasy
Scream in French as we hammer together
In horned symphony
Agnes, Agnes!
Source of inner ecstasy
Scream in French as we hammer together
In horned symphony
Until dawn we speak
Of brave warriors deeds
Conquered shores, raided lands
Poor wretched enemies...
In those times we fought together
With Odhinn's blinding rage
No pain shall make us fall
Taste a bond to immortality
In those times we fought together
With Odhinn's blinding rage
No pain shall make us fall
Taste a bond to immortality
Sca is sliced with drakkar ships
It's time to slow, the winds of skips
Storms are defeated with mastery
Hands and wood in perfect synergy
Reigns, kingdoms, lands afar
All within a Viking's gasp
Dreadful incursion have no resistance
For without warning they are unleashed
With lightning speed they're complete
Decks are filled as lands are depleted
4. Spirals
Throughout this panel we envision
Sinuous curves that form familiar shapes
Focused fingers are pressing gently
The chosen cursor, a blue inked pen
Spirits, listen to our call
Reveal the holy truth
Right into the centre
Lays the main suggestion
Determined force is moving
Nothing is written, all is drawn
Countless spirals in various sizes
Adorned with curved infinities
Silence has never before
Filled so much space
A soft breath, a tense movement
Govern external perceptions
Persistence found a way
A small passage into the limbo
From the depths of resolute wills
A lucid presence appears
It tells us of parallel realities
Of other universes, of past existences
Visions from it's incarnations
Materialize in our minds
Civilizations at war
A desperate hope for peace
A strange message was spoken
Wanted answer continue veiled
Origin and Creator,
Will still be two mysteries
Two mysteries...
Even tough a divinity was recognized
It shall not be related
To our common beliefs
In desperation we have finally achieved
The Barrier of awareness
Passable only by the dead
Impossible. Slippery. Far away
That knowledge is only for the dead
Even tough a divinity was recognized
It shall not be related
To our common beliefs
In desperation we have finally achieved
The Barrier of awareness
Passable only by the dead
5. Inquisition Queries
Hands of the Light, tools of the Dark
Cleaners of souls
They'll torture me and punish thee
(for we are) Bearers of heresy?
Have I too much?
A richness to touch...
For the church, overmuch?
They'll torture me and punish thee,
Share a terrible destiny!
Learn from vivid fires
Beneath your bare existence
A ploy to command
Higher than priests and kings
Manipulate all decisions
Behind a feign spirituality
Act of faith is what I stand
To regain my stolen freedom
Followers of a wickedness
Darker than utmost sinner souls
Stunned by the immense power
A legacy of elder times
Accept, as undeniable,
The revered lore...
Screams of irony
Echos through the halls of time
For the schemes of humankind
Are impossible to control
Piles of wood are erected up the hill
Citizens gather to see...
Amusement of inquisitions times...
Morbid process of burning flesh
Deliverers of salvation
Architects of purgatories
Purifiers guided by light
Avatars to case human pain
What great spiritual power
What great benefit indeed...
Nothing better for such temptation
Than innocent human bait...
6. Descendent Of Don
Forged and bred to rule the heavens
Son of the glorious immortal Don
Possessed his Castle amidst the stars
The greatest galaxy known as the Milky Way
Bright pupil of the wise Math
Learned magic lore with outstanding skill
Through years of learning hardships
Finally He's proclaimed as the Druid of Gods
Lord of Illusion and Fantasy
Fought with Govannan against ignorance
Gwydio's obscure side
Helps his brother Gilfaethwy
Releasing his lust for Goewin
Maiden of King Math
Deceive is the way to her flesh
So forge a war to absorb the king
Then invade the unprotected rooms
And incest in royal sheets
Disguise thyself in ten bards
Trade the swine with your cards
Make all illusions become ill
Be free to enter Caer Dathyl
7. The Trickster Of Ragnarök
Ages ago a secret was lost
The true tale of the Shapeshifter
How he escaped everlasting prison
... How he baffled all other gods
So he could return to Midgard,
Before the end of time –– Ragnarök!
Muspel merged
With the energy of Niflheim
Thus, life was created...
Among the gods that were created
There was Loki, brother of Odhinn
Better known as the Trickster
His desire was to rule all Asgard
Bend every will to his own
Deception guided Loki's steps...
As none of the Asa gods would listen,
And none would follow his path...
Unable to convince a single soul
Vengeance tainted every upcoming deed
Then another chapter began,
As the creations of Gods
Were utterly destroyed
Even capable of shape shifting,
Loki was finally caught...
And promptly imprisoned
Aside of his son-wolf Fenrir
In a remote island, the Gulf of Black Grief
He was shackled for eternity,
A prison to last until Ragnarök
Satisfied, the Gods have returned
Underestimating his cleverness...
Through the mind of Fenrir,
He command the Jotuns
To bring his salvation.
Giants invaded Asgard in a frenzy battle
Capturing the necklace of Brigantia
Surprised, Gods were slow to react
As the chase begun,
The necklace achieved it's destiny
Drawing the power,
Trickster was freed
And returned to Midgard...
This way the balance
Was level once again
Evil and good shared
The same opportunities
8. Turning Of The Wheel
A cold dew is settling
Burdening the leafs of sturdy oaks
A pale silver illuminates
The resilient mist upon this grove
Feel the distant humming
Static energy pulsing around
The bloated moon awaits
The human greeting for his returning
Once again the wheel has turned
Demanding elder sacrifices
Flesh and blood shall oil it's axis
Beginning to revitalize the Earth
Closer are the steps
Of wise Men dressing white
Dancing shadows are stirred
By the neat fire of torches
Stained lichens textures
The surface of an ancient altar
Primordial link with the divine
Where space and time is abstracted
A strange chanting is carried by the wind
A Strange ecstasy is filling this night
Winter solstice is nigh
The sun is about to die
One will meet the same fate
So it's renewal may accelerate
Human catalyst stands
As the ornate dagger dives
A wolf howls, a owl shivers
Life will breed from this ceremony
Stained lichens textures
The surface of an ancient altar
Primordial link with the divine
Where space and time is abstracted
A cold dew is settling
Burdening leafs of sturdy oaks
A pale silver illuminates
The resilient mist upon this grove