Darkened Grove

Gather ye mighty Ones
All above the skies!
Cast your spells over these mortals!

And they shall vanish
As Babylon in fire
But the red roses blow
On the broken ruins of Tyre.

Majesty!
Rise!
Weaving spiders come not here!
Great Fire!
Burn!

Ye never gonna learn
That to me ye cannot pray?
Year after year ye call me
In this place.

Lifting your puny shouts
Of triumph to the skies
You turn your eyes to me
But you don't see me at all...

Venerate me once again
Oh with these flames!
Which hither ye have brought
From the regions, I reign.

To dream you conquer care
Ye fools and priests
Hail to eternal fire!
Once again I set thou free!

We beseech thee!

Touch the world of man!
With blinding eyes
Open their mind to follow
The memories of the past.

Rise up to everlasting spires
As joyous funeral march!
Remember my ancient promise:
You'll never die!

Ye, who see in the dark!
In your leafy Temple
Thine eyes glow
Prince of all mortal wisdom
Let the cold darkness
Grow...

Blind fools of ages
Abyss in their eyes!
Oh, my Light!
I start the fires of hate
On their funeral pyre!