作词 : Manuel Trummer
作曲 : Manuel Trummer
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,
Building 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
Solo
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.
Drums of Pictdom call... calling us home.
Holy - Holy - Ever-turning Wheel
The Alpha and Omega
Ouroboros unsealed
And our heart still yearns
But the world unheeding turns
The Mountains - The Hidden - The 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 it was wild with youth
Solo
Drums of Pictdom call... calling us home.
Holy - Holy - Song of Death and Birth
Ghost Kings are chanting
Of tragedy and mirth
Holy - Holy - Song of Death and Birth
Ghost Kings are chanting
Of tragedy and mirth
Armies of Aryas came
Riding on chariots of clouds
Taking our lands
Our hunting grounds fell to their ploughs
And our harp still weeps
But the world, unheeding, sleeps