Triumfall - Rise Of Pantheon

The unborn have raised Thy forest
Once burned away in their dark desire
Time did lose this battle against the ancients
And awaken is our ominous past.

I can hear the calls beyond
Words of silent hatred
Howling spirits return our splendor,
Buried dreams and visions of the forgotten

I have seen through the thousand eyes ablazed
Gathered hordes waiting for the sign
To break through the gates of astral trespass
With blood to quench the flames of hope again

Sons, seize the strength of the ancient!
Unspoken, deadwords shall be said
And the glory, darkest it shall be
For our age come at last!
Oh, Oblivion, great is your mightiness
And the longing spheres of your livid shades,
But not as wrath of the forsaken,
The last attack of Pantheon!

For captured ones in realms of gnostic spirits!
For the flames of burned Arcona!

The unborn have raised Thy forest
Once burned away in their dark desire
Time did lose this battle against the ancients
And awaken is our ominous past.

I can hear the calls beyond
Words of silent hatred
Howling spirits return our splendor,
Unearthed dreams and visions of the glorious!