1. And Bloodshed Must Be Done

(intro)

2. Diastric Fields Of War

Polemos!!!
A man hides, changes names.... and He attacks
Bright, strong:cuts through the dark
In black holes, in distant dimensions He invades
For the dark night, for Unique moments.

The dawn breaks golden, the war gets stronger
I look for You, I ask for You, I scream Your name.

EXETLAIOS

Exetlaios:.Warrior, ancient guard, sign our path
"Another Spring the stars promise, an eagle holds the glory"
The dance begins, the war proclaim, High destructive flames
A galaxy talks for a tribe
In space walks this tribe.

Polemos!!!

Vachic celebrations,Mainades!!!
The mind of zeus-zagrefs
Exetlaios adored the sign of war
Death bursts and the oracles wake
As the temples take revenge

In a mystic realm, a new generation springs
And from a temple the weapons came in sight
Ancient sorcerer geometers, changes
The Diastric Fields Of War:.

3. Iketis

Elasipe, mastigi ligiri:tetraoron arma diokon
Klithi makar Helie, Panderkes exon Aeonion oma!

Bright rays of enlightened knowledge
Cross the kingdom of Rhodos to the right side of Zeus
World master Iketis, Crimson you have stood
From within the gleaming battles of Maiandron
In between of solar light systems
White stones magnetize my soul
And black holes guide me to the Olympian Fathers.

Spermion-Fosforon

Naer Mataron, Naer Mataron gaia kai Idor
Ouranie Iketi, Ilion, Irida kai Eosfore
Rhodos ascend to the sunrise of Helios
Beyond the dawn to the Golden peaceful waters.

Empires pass: Generations come
under the Dome of Ouranos.
And I, Plan the path again
For The iridian visitors from beyond

4. Skotos Aenaon

Hlomo monahiko astro
Kathreptizese sta apithmena,
Skotina nera
Eki opou ksana, den elampse to fos
Esi fotizis to pithmena tou haous

Stin erimo tis Mesogiou
Esi, mia lampsi, skotini, eonia
Lefkenis tou topiou tin aperanti monaksia
Esi, mia lampsi, skotini, eonia

To simadi ton theon
O POLEMOS
I alithia, i tolmi, i nea gnosi
Mprosta apo hilia hronia na aplonete
To pnevma tou Apollona
Pou spai ta desma
Me ta matia karfomena st' astra
Me to pathos na pironi thn kardia
H emfanisi tis taksis na gkremizi kastra
Pou anthropina miala
Htisan ipoula, krifa...

Hlomo, monahiko astro
Pou kathreptizese sta apithmena
Skotina nera, Fotise mas iera
Tis psihes ton Gonon sou
Kai kapote tou Ydrohoou
Ta nera tha sterepsoun
Antikrizontas to Prosopo sou!

5. Astro-Thetis-Cosmos

On a chariot with wings I move on and observe
Distant visitors, bright meteorites
Indefinite pleasures, pure tranquility
Blessed with excess, hallowed to create.

Alchemy, ancient knowledge
Magnetized by orbit bewitched by sight.
The bright light blinds my face
Between spaces, discovering unfathomed paths

Astro-Thetis-Cosmos

Around the globe of creation
Lead the source of light, reach the twelfth night.

I am Agkaios who seeks the Knowledge
I know the motion of the stars
I am the one who cuts the yarn
In a season that lavish defines life!

Ouranos, Kronos, Zeus-the Son assassins the Father
...And restores the cosmic order!
Gaia, Rea, Ira– the mother bursts
...And devours the seed of chaos, in lust!

On a chariot with wings, I move on and observe
I stand in time that defines evolution
I blow the circular move of planets.
I OWN THE FUTURE AND PAST OF COSMOS

6. Hyperion

Defused light, expressed in discrimination of hours
And the harmony of the seasons...

...You are the one Who brings, yet destroys, the dark mist!
One temporary Spring meets the rain and snow
And death becomes a frozen cloud in the Sky.
We are looking for the faded path of our beginning.
The sun has transformed in a crematorium
That has opened it's purple vitals and burns us to ashes.

The land that we locate ourselves scatters the disasters
Like an exhalation that wanders and passionately seeks.
Medieval material, Skotos, Zoferos Aeon!
Foolishness-Illusion-Desecration!

Again...I return from the cluster of Andromeda.
Beyond the satellites in the material spirit of Persefs!
In a fire-built chariot comes the return of the Empire.

Oh fire zone, I lead yet to the destruction of human stupidity!!!
Red-Black-White fictious dawn
Blue sky with white clouds,
A fire speech and then:. Silence!
Oh Hyperion! You are the Last and the Major chapter.

7. Wolf Of Ions

The sun drops to the Aegean sea
On its rose edge (it) still keeps on, a hint of light
The sword of east that was drowned
In the voracious sea of Ions

A demon of the sea, half human and half fish
The one who rides the dolphin
In the black deep waters the conquerors still hide
The stars standing so high
Confess of an unholy conspiring night

Clamors are heard from the Elysian Fields
The Fields that... Christ (ha!) NEVER crossed!
The blood of the wolf still runs in the storm of your rage
You have returned for the revenge of the Hellenic Blood
You are the wolf, the son of the seashell
Destroy now, the Plague from the east,
The Jewish race

The daybreak comes fearfull:
Lykeios Nekys Ek Tymbon Egeiromenos Osper
Fasma Barbarous Polemious Apoktein Ethelei

I offer a libation of blood to the sea-bathing god
I dance his raging Pirrichion
I hold the heart and soul of an Ancient Spartan!
Sardonic, Hateful, Wolf of Ionia!!!

Soul dispatcher, demoniac, macabre Mortifier
Authentic archetypical terror spreads
Hellenic Blood-Victorious-Immortal
LYKOS TON IONON YIOS!!!

8. In Honor Of The Wolf

Hellas!
Fire at Hesperus is burning
And the blade cuts deep the flesh
Where the fools command the land
Fire at the land of Ira.

Ancient Prophecy sees the light
Demonic, Hellenic Pure cult
The warrior who escaped from Hades,
revenge in Darkness of Legends.

The Wolf is Hungry at the depths
With Blood in the eyes, he dances with lust
The secrets of the Ancient dead
Reborn again, in an infant's soul.

In Honour of the Wolf

The fate was again:unfair.
The enemies cut of His hand.
They promised to him the ancient secrets
They even dared to change His name.

But again, the name meant Wolf.
The Wolf of Ionia, the sacred land.
The cry of freedom always shouts
And the unfaithful always haunts.

Wolf of Ionia-Hellenic Blood
Wolf of Ionia-Hellenic Soil

9. Winterwar Memorial

I can see the winds, I can breath the chilling cold!
I can touch the spectral colours of the night:
The sun of Storms I am, the black night from yester worlds
The flame of war desire burns inside my soul.

Spellbound by this blind passion
In battle lust my mind is drowned
Red is the path:to the war field.
My panzerfaust respectfully I hold.

Under the pale horizon of the eastern front
Across the endless sea of clouds
Pride becomes a side of Pain
Honour fills with courage my soul
Draped I am by those melancholic hills
A hawk in eyrie, I am waiting fearless
All senses gathered, instincts sharpened
Dwelling in total blasphemy in this winter war.

Krieg!

Olofoteina ta synnefa toso psila!
Parthenikis broxis stagones me skepazoun,
Kai ola edo:I timi, to Aima pou kYlla zesto.
Kai ego monos pia:na polemo akoma.
Winterwar memorial.