From within the midst of the woods sings a pipe with a mystic tune
Whispering like an echo from beyond the ages
Softly whistles the pipes of Pan, from the golden age before Man
When wine and song flowed through the forest
From a void beyond the stars
Through gateways left unguarded
Now somewhat strange folk arriveth
And of the prophecies once been told
The greatest now unfolds
As the gods of the ancient world unite to reclaim their thrones!
As is told in a book of mine
Constellations shift in the sky
A portal shall open in the Heavens
All lords of heathen might
Will arrive side by side
From Ukko to Chernobog and Ra
Marching through the stars they return to conquer
And from the depths of the abyss, an order will rise to be carried out by the heathen congregation?
Soon your powerless gods will be cast aside
As the war drum pounds under a red sky
An ancient chill whispers the coming of a new way
Dark shadows crawl to silence the cries of our easy prey
With the keys to all ancient lore
Riding in on a thousand storms
With wrath they raise the fiercest of armies:
Creatures of a sick diabolical breed
The very spawn of demon's seed
Clad in iron and shimmering steel
Bearing standards of fire
Dressed for war
Writer(s): Teemu Eemeli Tuominen, Markku Eero Antero Nareneva, Mikko Ilmari Salovaara, Atte Tanskanen, Ilja Jalkanen
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com