Gothic Belief - Archaios

Surpassing my grave

I rise from the deep

And violent in nature

I call upon thee

The master and ruler

Of these Nordic lands

I summon thy masses to obey

My will and command

Fear all this strength

That grows in your eyes

Should have never looked back

Now it’s your time to lie

In the ashes of old

Generations to be

Facing up all that is

Our gothic belief

I keep falling on, from deception

My encounter won’t take me home as I had thought

I feel I’m at the end of my redemption

The one that shows the path to the land beyond

Fear of this end

That grows in my eyes

Should have never looked back

Now it’s your time to die

In the ashes of old

Generations to be

Facing up all that is

Our nonsense belief

Morning of ashes rise

Morning from ashes, rise