1. As The Clouds Of War Gather

(intro)

2. The Continuity Of Land And Blood

The full conscience of the cosmic harmony
Of the ancient soul and the metaphysics substance of the environment
The ancient soul lives inside us, unintentionally hidden

Strange creatures, absolutely real a different touch
It is time when the night numbs from the frost
The time when the goat comes deep red

With scalding eyes and with nails on his feet
The goat rises all alone, at the edge he stands
His teeth glitters, he smells the Archipelagos rising

I see him!
The gods are nothing more than Vampires
Who are fed by the fantasy of the chosen ones
Each time a cypress bows by the winds blow
The mind of the poet flutters
Then Apollon rises

3. The Great Meridian Tide

Great star, your happiness is to shine for us
We bless you for this, my eagle and my snake
I am a prophet of the Thunder, the heavy drop from the clouds

This thunder is me, the overman, of the eternal return, the Mentor

And the devil once told me:
Even God has his own Hell, because of his love for the human

God is dead!
God is dead!
God is dead!
For his mercy for man

The great empire of man
The one-thousand-year-old kingdom of the overman
Beggars go away, we don't want you
They left far away laming
Now that god lies in his grave, he rots
Now the superior human
Becomes master

What I disdain makes me hope
I enjoy inside me my great sin like it is my biggest comfort
I am not the light for the time being
I will blind them with the thunder of my wisdom

You great star, deep of happiness
My eagle has awaken, as I honor the sun
Our fingernails are reaching out for the new light
The lion has come; my children are by my side
The time has come

4. Revolt Against The Modern World

Which is the best Glory for you
Than to be laurel crowned in battle?
But how much greater is the glory
When you conquer the field of battle
An immortal crown?

Being killed you will have the Elysian Fields
The triumphant will rule over the earth
For that rise determined war
Place at the same level of worth

Pleasure and pain!
Profit and loss!
Victory and defeat!

Be prepared for struggle you Arjuna, ancient warrior
Now it is vital time for a prime and in depth action
Until the rebirth of Europa, beyond the ruins of the world
Which will have been overthrown, and doomed?

5. The Life And Death Of Europa

TAAOROA, father of all Gods
Through the eternity of time
You sit inside a seashell in Skotos Aenaon
Without stars, without land, without sky
Everything is an impervious darkness

A conception brought the idea and originated growth
From growth the thought, from thought the memory
From memory the consciousness: the desires
Knowledge become fertile and produces (the) night!

SKOTOS AENAON, now God RU is being born
Cosmogenia, a breath in the void space
666, IAPETE, father of the fifth rage

Put your sperm in the womb of a warrior woman
EOSFORE, transport the festive news!

Today is being born the ovERMAN
The architect will tremble the creator (TAAOROA)
Knowledge is in the hands of PROMETHEUS

SKOTOS AENAON, now God RU is being born
Cosmogenia, a breath in the void space
666, IAPETE, father of the fifth rage

6. The Triumph Of Will

We are reborn from the ashes of our death
We summon the mystical phoenix, the return of the immortal
After the Great War, we are tragic fighters
In the hour of judgment, we will return again in our posts.

On the right of the last avatar the upcoming Kalki the avenger
After the twilight of the Demigods
A red blooded sky, a sunset, the decline of the civilization, and suddenly a
golden dome
A symbol appears golden and pure
It rises in the night from the shadow of our swords
Wreathed in the myth, soled down in fire

ZEUS upsets the cosmic disorder
HERCULES drowns the snakes
THESEIS lifts the rocks and rigs
FAETHON sets the sky on fire
FIVOS kills the python

The head of Medusa is in the edge of our swords
The sacred one
Values are recoded from the depths of centuries
To regain Nemesis

7. Ancestor-Worship

I enter the world of my forefathers
I initiate into the secrets of the forgotten Europa
I hear the clatter of the swords
I hear the voice of war
I live between them
I become an ancient hero of the battle

I hear the voice of Leonidas, standing in the Thermopylae
I attack in the east by the side of Alexander the great
In the war of Troy, in the greatest to fall, Achilles
In the frozen Northern seas
At the lands of Vikings
In the northern skies
In the Celtics, I descend back in time
In a Celtic winter, in a cold battle

Revitalization, my lungs are filled with Europa
Beyond the fog of history, I handle Mythology
The folklore, the ancient customs
The forgotten Gods of this locus
In Walhalla and in the Elysian fields

8. Salvatores Dei

I come from the dark Abyss, the Uterus!
And I conclude in dark Abyss, the Tomb!

I am the lord of the earth, it is of mine
Flesh and blood of mine by the name of my parents
A wild voice calls my race and me
The dead are laid on the soil
They have become birds, trees and air
I sit in shadows feeding from their flesh
They become ideas, passion and destiny becomes my will

I am afraid I humiliate my ancestors
I am brave my rage rises!
My passion, my beliefs are older than my heart
My body is the men, the women and the children of my race
I sing hanged from the Abyss
The magic proud incantation

Ipsteyo se ena oeo akptia direnh
Stp atey omeno, pasxonta, metaaodynom
Oxi pantodynamo, poaemisth sta akpotata synopa
Stp athro, aytokpatopa se oves tis ioteines dynameis
Tis opates kai tis a opates

9. The Plunderer

оригинал: Ved Buens Ende

The dust the Dreamking and I.
Kept restrained like the flesh between the ribbons.
We did what the sun forbade us to.

Oh how mournful we are,
Soon to be given wings.
The wings that gave the swan his pride.
And the tears that watched the sun die.

And you.....
You who threw silence over me,
Return with the heart I gave you.....
.....I was weak to let you plunder.

10. Steppe

Son of Europa raise up your head
Wherever you see plain
Before it was a forest
Under the ice, have remained the traces
Of our arms!

When it's full moon
When the wind blows
Along with the path, you can hear a song
A song which tales, where we began to fight!
Invisible enemies
Along the path we crossed by
Between us different languages, but one tradition
Between us different nations, but one legion

We began spring
The woods where green (and) the trees in bloom
Beyond these mountains
There, where we stopped
Wounded by winter
We the new soldiers, while our hearts
Feel like we are Gods
Like we are silver eagles
We, the frozen eagles

From this path, we will not return again
Youth of Europa do not forget us!