On a chariot with wings I move on and observe Distant visitors, bright meteorites Indefinite pleasures, pure tranquility Blessed with excess, hallowed
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
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
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
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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
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
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
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
systems White stones magnetize my soul And black holes guide me to the Olympian Fathers. Spermion-Fosforon Naer Mataron, Naer Mataron gaia kai Idor
[Originally by 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.
Hades, god of the underground world Son of Kronos and Reas The mighty king of erevos Brother of the great Zeus Into the darkened world He sits on throne
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
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
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
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
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
