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 trespa** 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!