From within the midst of the woods

Sings a pipe with a mystic tune

Whispering like an echo from beyond the ages

Softly whistle the pipes of pan, 

From the golden age before man

When wine and song flowed through the forest



From a void beyond the stars, 

Through gateways left unguarded

Now somewhat strange folk arriveth



And of the prophecies once been told, 

The greatest now unfolds, 

As the gods of the ancient world

Unite to reclaim their thrones! 



[Chorus:]

As is told in a book of mine

Constellations shift in the sky, 

A portal shall open in the heavens



All lords of heathen might

Will arrive side by side

From Ukko to Chernobog and Ra, 

Marching through the stars they return to conquer



"And from the depths of the abyss, 

An order will rise to be carried out by the heathen congregation."



"Soon your powerless gods will be cast aside

As the war drums pound under a red sky

An ancient chill whispers the coming of a new way

Dark shadows crawl to silence the cries of our easy prey"



[Chorus:]

With the keys to all ancient lore, 

Riding in on a 1000 storms, 

With the wrath they raise the fiercest of armies:

Creatures of a sick diabolical breed

The very spawn of demon's seed

Clad in iron and shimmering steel, 

Bearing standards of fire, 

Dressed for war