ATLANTEAN KODEX LYRICS

1. Fountain Of Nepenthe

Cold are the waves that carry our ships
Through uncharted seas to our homeland
Storm clouds gather as we approach
The gates of twilight await
Swords drawn as we walk through the clouds
Endless glory and wisdom
Oblivion, sweet mead of the gods
Our past lives cast off like a gown
The spells have been cast, the veil has been lifted
We leave this world
Elysium beckons
The Golden Bough opens the gate

I feel no more pain, grief has fled my soul
And then we see a shining shore and ten white temples
Procession to the Fountain of Nepenthe
Clad in white robes I bear the Golden Bough
A pilgrim twixt the worlds of gods and men
A shining shore and a far green land
The meadows of the Island of the Blessed
A king will come and lead our people home
Where earthly gyves will be no more

Dark is the path appointed for us
Wind-demons scream as we pass
One single flame at the edge of the night
One beacon, one guardian, one truth
Our forefather's blessings grant vision and might
Through negative veils we march onward
Katharsis - As we blaze through the void
Our souls become one with the light

The spells have been cast
The veil has been lifted
We leave this world
Elysium beckons
The Golden Bough opens the gate

I feel no more pain
Grief has fled my soul

And then we see a

Shining shore and ten white temples
Procession to the Fountain of Nepenthe
Clad in white robes I bear the golden bough
A pilgrim twixt the worlds of gods and men
A shining shore and a far green land
The meadows of the Island of the Blessed
A king will come and lead our people home
Where earthly gyves will be no more

Five thousand years have passed
Since first light shone upon us
Through forests deep now darkness falls
Who will be our king?
Who will bear the crown of oak and bone?
Who will lead our folk? Lead us home?
An age is coming to an end
And from our mountain thrones we watch
Who will sing our songs when the last of us has gone?
Who will tell our tale when all hope fails?

2. Pilgrim

From dreaming halls beyond the west
There strong and free a storm will rise
A boat it bears with biting breath
And a pilgrim from the lands of hope
Beneath the moon and under stars
He will wander far from western strands
When need is great through Europe's night
Unknown to mortal men

The years have passed
Our ancestral Henges awake
Pilgrim! Wanderer!
Truth-bearer lead us to war
In hallowed halls our horns resound
Purify this holy ground
And from the ruins of Europa
Again we shall rise

He will come unto the timeless halls
Where shining fall the countless years
And endless reigns the Elder King
Under Mountain, ravens circle the peak
And the pear-tree shall bloom
On Walserfeld plain
The king will rise from the throne
And sweep these dogs from his lands

The years have passed
Our ancestral Henges awake
Pilgrim! Wanderer!
Truth-bearer lead us to war
In hallowed halls our horns resound
Purify this holy ground
And from the ruins of Europa
Again we shall rise

The world is grey, the mountains old
Our people's hearts are ashen-cold
No harp is wrung, no silver trumpet calls
The darkness dwells in Europe's halls
Yet we still remember, we few who dwell
In this far land beneath the trees
The truth
The light
The dreaming golden spires
The starlight on the Western Seas

3. The White Goddess

4. Temple Of Katholic Magick

A black wind of pain is cleansing the land
Crushing the sons of the prophet
As tolerance has failed
Feel no remorse, feel no regret
For our children to live their blood must be shed
Invoke the true name of God (Shemhamforash)
Reclaim these once free and mighty lands

The spells of the temple bring doom to their halls
Their empire is dying, their culture will fall
Never yield! Never lay down your sword!
Drive your spears through the heart
Of the Saracen hordes
The oath has been sworn
Three spells will be cast
For Katholick Magick and metal will last

Invoking the sigil of
Saint Michael the Warrior
Defender of Europe
The first spell has been cast

Invoking the sigil of
Saint Andrew, the Martyr
Protector of Europe
The second spell has been cast

Invoking the sigil of
Saint Mary, the Virgin
Mother of Europe
The third spell has been cast

5. Disciples Of The Iron Crown

Over the land there lies a shadow
Westward reaching wings of darkness
The tower trembles
To the tombs of kings
Doom approaches
The dead are awake

And the day when the tyrant is rising
Shall be the day when the gate will appear
And the dead will march from black mountain
To take back what is rightfully ours
The iron crown

And the time has come for the oath-breakers
At the Devil's Stone of Vilseck
They shall stand again
And hear there a horn
In the hills it shall be ringing
From the grey twilight
To rouse the forgotten people
Disciples of the iron crown

And the day when the tyrant is rising
Shall be the day when the gate will appear
And the dead will march from black mountain
To take back what is rightfully ours
The iron crown

6. Vesperal Hymn

So you drank the bitter waters
The salty wine of death
What cries the west wind? (Cry the west winds)
Iron wave hands took your breath
Pale moonlit coasts repeat the answer
Sighing dark mechanic mills
Cease your ever-turning mourning
Shine forth upon our clouded hills

Waters could not have killed you
Nor fire, Atlantis, my friend
Downfall grows in the hearts of man
But the west wind recalls still your sound
So we plant in the abyss
A tree that lifts your ground
We will see Atlantis again

O land of green, oh land foreseen
Where did you go?
O land of green, oh land foreseen
Gone long ago

Seven wanderers still living
(In memory) blue mountains now island hills of green
The keep burning the desire
The rise of Atalant foreseen

7. The Atlantean Kodex

Beyond the veils of time
Where past and future intertwine
Where written history subsides
Subconscious memories arise
Five keepers hold the keys
To unlock the gate of dreams
Behind the wall of sleep
Where Choronzon lies in wait

Behold the Urkraft, behold the sacred force
We strike with the wrath of the rightful
We wield the invincible puritan blade
Behold the fire, behold the force
We command the iron battalions
In the dawn of this new iron age

Sorcerers of yore wove mighty spells
While swords met shields like ringing bells
In places deep where dark things sleep
In hollow halls where dead kings weep
Where harps once sang with joy
Of the splendour, now buried beneath the seas

Behold the Urkraft, behold the sacred force
We strike with the wrath of the rightful
We wield the invincible puritan blade
Behold the fire, behold the force
We command the iron battalions
In the dawn of this new iron age

The days are growing darker
And what the coming age might hold
Even the wisest among us cannot say
And though some things are better left undisturbed
We must not bury the past
Or we will be buried by the future

Heed to the - Atlantean Kodex
Kneel before - Atlantean Kodex
Bow your head - Atlantean Kodex
Share the madness, the fury and the might

8. A Prophet In The Forest

Like gold fall the leaves in the wind
Long years numberless, as the wings of the trees
The long years have passed into the west
Beneath the blue vaults, wherein the stars tremble
In the song of the wind

From the forests and the green mountains far to the east
To the hills of Franconia, dreaming in peace
See the fields full with grain, shining like gold in the sun
Oh land of my youth and old age

As the Danube rolls slowly to the seas of the east
Tall keeps of Bohemia are guarding the Reich
Land of proud halls
Where legends resound in the night
Oh, land of once and forevermore

Through years of longing we march
From here to the end of the world
I lead my folk to the gate
Where past and today become one
Through years of longing we march, as seasons pass us by
Relentless in our stride, we enter the mountainside

Standing stones guard the tombs
Of our fathers long gone
Und the oaks, proud like titans defying the sun
Telling the tale of the days when our folk still was young
And took these lands as ours

I remember the time, I remember the place
I remember the woods, where I first saw her face
Now the winds from the east strike fear in our hearts
Lost are the days of our youth as we part
Oh, Upper-Palatinate!
Where have you gone? Once proud were our ways
Now all barren hills lie covered in shades
Our past but a dream, no stars light us home

Through years of longing we march
From here to the end of the world
I lead my folk to the gate
Where past and today become one
Through years of longing we march, as seasons pass us by
Relentless in our stride,
We enter the mountainside

When winter comes, the winter wold
That hill and wood shall slay
When trees shall fall and starless night
Devour the sunless day
When wind is in the deadly east, then in the bitter rain
I'll look for thee and call to thee
I'll come to thee again!

When winter comes and singing ends
When darkness falls at last
When broken is the Golden Bough
And light and labour past;
I'll look for thee and wait for thee, until we meet again
Together we will take the road beneath the bitter rain!

Together we will take the road that leads into the west.
And far away we will find a land
Where both our hearts may rest.

9. The Golden Bough

My longing heart
Is filled with lights
With lost bells
With silver spires and stars
And I will wander very far
Farther than those hills
Farther than the moon
To beg the Lord
"Grant me the Golden Bough"
To give back the soul I had
When I was a child
Ripened with legends
With a blossom crown
And a wooden sword
And thousand dreams
Still to be dreamt





ATLANTEAN KODEX LYRICS