An Atlantean Ode

In the depth of dark abysses
Lies the ancient in wait
Under the water of history
In the twilight of mankind
Watch the sun of darkness
Rise above the border
Of our destiny
When the seven kings
Once again will rule
The surface of earth.

Somewhere under the surfacewater
Rest's the realm of ancient might
In the ruins of the temple
Burn the torch of promothean light.

The fall and rise of atlantis
Are seen in the horizon of the sea
Listen to the shadow-choir
And the celebration symphony.

Hymn to the lost continent
An atlantean ode
Over the seven kings
And their sunken abode.

Before the great sea
Stand on the shore
And watch the rise
Of the land of before.

The old serpent of the depth
Rise from the paradise lost
To coil through landscapes
Which no man
Yet have crossed.

The seven kings of atlantis
Return from their
Long odesey
To restore the lost continent Out
Of the ocean of memory.

Hymn to the lost continent
An atlantean ode
Over the seven kings
And their sunken abode.

Before the great sea
Stand on the shore
And watch the rise
Of the land of before.