The stars are aligned in the perfect shape,
The twelve arms, each of them pointing to one
Of the ethereal star temples,
The Belt of Orion cries with the silver stream of light.
Alnitak - A liturgy of blasphemy and malice
Alnilam - The pearly necklace of innocent souls
Mintaka - That, what keeps the eternal hunger at bay
Secrets lost in time - And the hunter will lead us there !
Forward through the Atlantean gate !
Forward, follow the winged mother with
a stare of hundred eyes !
The vast ocean I cross with my mind's eye
What is your name, child ?
It speaks to you with all northern tongues, guardian,
for the elders of Thule have sent me !
He visage blinds me, for she radiates
from the core of her heart,
The subhuman races die on this door,
I look at her face with my bright eyes,
She touches my lips and in that moment I am certain
Of the signs in the dreams, and the right side of history.
That realm that holds the secrets
Of the ascension to godhood
Is the birthright of my race
It has been lost under the eclipse of the black sun
And the time has come for it to rise again.
With a key forged in the crucible of souls
A monumental gate made by the titans has been unlocked
The lantern, with four outstretched hooked
Arms is burning bright
Now the chains one by one are dissolving
Enslaved no more with a clear purpose
All that has been hidden by the enemy is being revealed again
I follow the steps down only to see the vaults
Filled with riches
The marble palaces and the high gardens.
The children of the stars were buried once there
And the art of exquisite perfection among them
Ten kings ruling in place, each holding a sceptre of stars
Man and beast paying homage and tribute to the gods
The age of rebirth is here again, the last child
Of the ancients arrived.
The white guardian approaches her arms
Outstretched towards me
Twelve stars are shining in her hair
Her left hand adorned with the cold flame of the frost
In her right palm a chalice of silver and gold.
- Be welcomed, scion, to the ten thrones of the north !
