1. The Alpha And The Occident (Rising From Atlantean Tombs)

Empires rise, empires fall
Atlantean tombs, imperial halls
history's volumes
Have but one page
Ever westward
The Course of Empire
Takes its eternal way

2. People Of The Moon (Dawn Of Creation)

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

3. Lion Of Chaldea (The Heroes' Journey)

As Sons of Adonai we descend from our thrones on Kharsag
To take the daughters of men and bring knowledge to mortal kind

We walk as giants among mankind
The heroes of olde, vulture winged shamans
Viper faced messengers of the One

Where the four rivers run, behind the volcanic gates of Cherubs
Seven heavens to pass to enter the sanctuary

Lion of Chaldea – first of the sons of men
Titans march from Eden and nations rise in our wake

From the cedars of Lebanon we ride forth to the walls of Eridu
Building temples and cities as our heritage in steel and stone

As tall as a mountain there is a tree and knowledge grows with every leaf
In a valley surrounded by fire whence the lords of obsidian ride

Towards the timeless Pantheon, the Heroes' Journey goes on
And on and on...

Lion of Chaldea
First of the sons of men
Titans march from Eden
And nations rise in their wake

4. Chariots (Descending From Zagros)

Blow ye trumpets in thy walls
Sound an alarm to mountain halls
Tremble all ye who have heard the call
For another kingdom falls

Down from the midnight mountain, descending for slaughter
Driven by whips the pounding of thundering wheels
Their vanguard – an eternal flame
As they come blazing through the meads
Our green and pleasant land lay once like Eden
Our radiant cities – now a desolate waste
Like blades of grass men can stand not
When the kiss of hooves they taste

Raining steel – prophets call
Flaming wheel – kingdoms fall

Chariots – They came on chariots
Chariots – chariots of Volcanic Gods
Cities fall – oh, let the strong survive!
Idols break – Devouring Rage
Brimstone, fire and smoke

Invincible fire devoureth all who oppose them
Five horned generals commanding the numinous flame
Plague, rage, bloodlust, agony
And anguish are their names

No gold, no copper they were searching
They were coming not for steel
Before their gods of fire
They have brought us all to kneel

5. The Innermost Light (Sensus Fidei)

Through the Darkness – we must wander
To red horizons – the mountain yonder
Calling us homeward, beckoning white from afar
Our paths are perilous, our spirits ponder

Where there is hardship, there may be wonder
When there is silence, we hear his thunder
Our hearts a temple – guarding the innermost light
The spear to split all – despair asunder

And in our souls we build an empire
A sacred stronghold, cathedral's spires
A ship to speed us through this tellurian toil
Towards the hearth of ancestral fires

Our king will come from his throne on Masis
The sacred hero of thousand faces
Our fallen forebears – ascend from their coffinless graves
And soothe their longing in the innermost light
Ancestral communion in dimensions of light
No more woe in the palace of light

6. A Secret Byzantium (Numbered As Sand And The Stars)

When our cities were on fire and the bells of Atland rang
We swore to keep the words enshrined in blood and stone
And when the men of Yamna came, riding from the eastern plains
We fled into the hills as the hidden folk of olde

And we inscribed our lore in discs of bronze to trace the pathways of the stars
Ancestral stones still praise the sun, along the wild Atlantic shores
And from the forests we watched them grow old while in their tales we became gods

A Secret Byzantium, wherever there is knowledge
Hidden in tradition, praise and adoration

A mouth of fire, a sword of stars and silver
A mind to set the world ablaze, our tongue is lightning
Our shield tradition and memory, where there is knowledge we will find A Secret Byzantium

Our voice was heard in Agdos rising from mephitic chasms
As a falling star, our mother nourished Roma's rise
And the lord of Makedonia built a city by the sea
There a temple rose, the fortress of our ken

And as the towers fell we watched from afar (A crescent moon rise to the east)
Now thousand voices drown our song (Confusion of this modern age)
Abandoned now the Agora lies as the haze of burning books blinds the mind
And so our glory passed with the pounding of hooves, and every truth became a dream

A mouth of fire, A sword of stars and silver
A mind to set the west ablaze
A Trail of Wisdom, We blaze through heathen darkness
Where there is knowledge we will keep a Secret Haven – a Secret Byzantium

7. He Who Walks Behind The Years (Place Of Sounding Drums)

On roads of ash through fields of sorrow
Through years of joy and times of grief
The pilgrim's heart is guided by longing
Ever wandering towards his home

In the end who is spared from leaving?
Despite his gold and all his grace?
Is a man not bound to go there?
Dark is the forest, where all roads end
...Am I shield adorned with turquoise?
Am I a stone in a mosaique?
Am I as the mountains?
Or the wind or the sun or the rain?
Will my kin conquer or fade?
Will I ever walk this earth again?
Will they shroud me in fine robes?
Will my name be carved into memory's stone?
Will my scions remember my deeds and my name?

Walls rise cold and speechless in the plains as the winds of eternity rage
Louder in the distance drums are calling – And the ghosts of my ancestors rise

Where I must tread – noone can follow, out in the plains it is dark and cold
The narrow path – and noone can join me
No golden tombs – our kingdom is not of this world

So silent the green forests of my homeland, where the dreams of my childhood once lived
Louder, in the distance, drums are calling

Our days fall fast behind us with autumn in the east
The sobering holy water tastes so bitter on our lips
How can I find the way home, when winter rules the land?
When father sun has left me, what comes after the end?

Under tall oaks in fragrant orchards my footfall echoes,
when the tempests of spring cleanse the world
Louder – in the distance, drums are calling
Where the blood of my ancestors lies

Here on earth I think of those who came before me and of Him who walks behind the years
At the gates I muse upon Generations to be as the sound of drums draws near
On roads of ash through fields of longing, through nights of wonder and oceans of grief
All from the golden days of childhood, life is the debt we all pay in death

8. Spell Of The Western Sea (Among Wolves And Thieves)

Where the sea ends and
Clouds fade to colours
There lies a land
Where I ruled as king

I was a child
When I last heard the spell of the western sea
Now I wander forlorn in the east
A Pilgrim among wolves and thieves
Praying for the unending sleep

9. The Course Of Empire (All Thrones In Earth And Heaven)

As gold turns into brown, the autumn of an era
Our clarion Harps fall silent – Twelve Stars are stained in blood
The graves of Mare Nostrum, Mother Europe trembling
And nameless ghosts of guilt haunt sanctuaries forlorn

In this era of confusion tradition's saferope is cut
All thrones in earth and heaven – devoured by Mammon's wrath
An old enemy stirs discord. dark rumours from the frontlines
False prophets spread his gospel, evoking Empire's end

Empires rise, empires fall.
Conquering kings sleep in timeless halls
Freedom and Glory, corruption at last.
Ever westward the course of empire takes its eternal way

And how shall we comfort ourselves – the murderers of all murderers?
The noble, true and holy – we bled it with our knives
Who'll wipe this blood off our hands now? Which Arthur will rise to defend us?
No sacred king can lead us, as nothing sacred's left alive

And now our future's over, secular void unfolds
Arcadian memories haunt us as discord's taking hold
The lands beneath the evening, in fire, blood and hate
The drums of pictdom summon us back to the savage state

Empires rise, empires fall, conquering kings, the White Goddess calls
Freedom and Glory, desolation at last.
Ever westward the course of empire takes its eternal way

Empires rise and Empires fall – the moral of all human tales
Cities shall crumble and all towers will break
under the triumphant fist of time

Yet from the ruins a flower will spring,
the laurel wreath of future kings
Titans march onward in perpetual strife,
new kingdoms arise in their wake

Empires rise and Empires fall,
the moral of all human tales
Titans march onward in perpetual strife,
new kingdoms arise in their wake

Children of Europe, Daughters of Eden,
defiant, unbroken and free
Raise proudly the torch of Enlightenment's triumph
The great wars are yet to come

10. Die Welt Von Gestern (Abendland)

(outro)