The ancestral terror of immortal myth
The darkness is the wisdom and warfare
Sprung forth like that eastern goddess
From the head of ancient man
The path back to relics
Is shrouded by lore of shadowed trees
The fear of shaded holtes hore
Journey fast through Eddaic dreams
Stare long enough into the abyss
To behold its darkening gaze
This is an anthem to that unknown
The river Styx runs legend
The fates cut only fabled threads
This pledge is to that mystery
Growing in chronicles dead
Behold the wrath of imagination
The ancestral terror of immortal myth
This anthem is to mortal invention
Behold the vengeance of man's mind
As he gazes deep into the abyss
As he runs erect towards the heavens
As he traces demons within the umbra
Bear witness to the rise of man
As he tears down heaven
A creation of earthly lore
Standing triumphant over holtes hore
Solo: James Murphy
Solo: Istvan | 
