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Relate to me tales of ages past

Show me the future long gone by

Speak to me of history yet to be

Show me the past you did foresee

Show me the past, the ways of old

Show me the shining walls of gold

Show me the glory of days gone by

Show me the gods beneath the sky

Show me the sacred bloodied rites

Show me the holy burning nights

Show me the king, sword and shrine

Show me the hallowed cycle of nine

A journey through the veils of time

In magic mist ancient bells chime

Winds of destiny, clouds of fate

Drifting through an ethereal gate

Awakening amidst a storm of woe

Walking fields of bloodied snow

Amongst my kin who came before

Standing tall at the dawn of war

From far we journey to the shrine

The ravens' flight a divine sign

Ten thousand warriors side by side

With my forebears proudly I stride

Gathered 'neath the sacred northern sky

Winter shall yield spring is nigh

Torches blaze, sacrificial blood flows

Through the trees the wild wind blows

Songs are sung and prayers are said

To our gods so great loyalty is pled

Our glorious ancestors we praise

Yet soon shall perish our olden ways

From the south the shadow draws near

The ways of Rome shall soon be here

The age of the cross is upon our land

No matter how brave and strong we stand

Houses of the foreign god shall rise

To befoul our once proud pagan skies

The disgrace of baptism upon our kin

The chains of the lie, of guilt and sin

Yet not all is lost in veils of time

When history fades to myth and rhyme

Only the temple's ashes may remain

Gods of the blood can never be slain

I see the future, the ways of old

I see the shining walls of gold

I see the glory of days to be

I see the past you did foresee

What once was, shall be once more

A golden dawn for the gods of yore