On chariot arrived from the Hyperborean land
True Lord of the Delphic temple, once you expelled an eastern god
Killed with your spear the great serpent,
Wrath of Serpentslayer! Appolon the Archer!
Insiminate the plague with your Arrows once more!
Wrath of the Serpentslayer! Hyperborean God of Brightness!
Drive your arrows for one more time, nor for us
Restore once again what rightfully is yours!
Father of Hellenic Order, incarnator of Destructive rays of the Sun
God of Nobility and Mysteries known to (Chosen) Few
Father of the Black Sun, expose your Furious anger
Give a sign; bring freedom to your breed
"The Lord whose oracle is at Delphi neither reveals nor conceals, but gives a sign"
(Heraclitus)
Horns will mark the return
Dies Irae, Day of Wrath, Kriseos Imera
As a thousand trumpets blow at the horizon
A thousand saints (Of alien faith) are lying dead at your feet |
