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 one 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