People of the Moon (Dawn of Creation)

From the dim red dawn of Creation,

From the fogs of timesless time

Came we, the first great nation,

First on the upward climb.

Savage, untaught, unknowing,

Groping through primitive night,

Yet faintly catching the glowing,

The hint of the coming Light.

Ranging the lands untraveled,

Building our land-marks of stone.

Vaguely grasping at glory,

Gazing beyond our lore.

See, how the Lost Fire smolders,

We are one with the eons' must.

Nations have trod on our shoulders,

Trampling us into the dust.

Holy - Holy - Song of Death and Birth

Ghost Kings are chanting

Of tragedy and mirth

Solo

We, the first of the races,

Linking the Old and the New

Look, where the sea-cloud spaces

Mingle with ocean-blue.

So we have mingled with ages,

And the world-wind our ashes stirs,

Vanished are we from Time's pages,

Our Memory? Wind in the firs.

Drums of Pictdom call... calling us home.

Holy - Holy - Ever-turning Wheel

The Alpha and Omega

Ouroboros unsealed

And our heart still yearns

But the world unheeding turns

The Mountains - The Hidden - The People of the moon

Our hills were already ancient

When Caesars met their doom

Endless - Eternal - Ever-turning Wheel

The Alpha and Omega

Ouroboros of steel

Forsaken - Forgotten - We are a fading race

Ghost Kings are marching

From thousand yesterdays

The shining roads of morning,

The ages golden truth.

We walked in Arcadia

(When) The world it was wild with youth

Solo

Drums of Pictdom call... calling us home.

Holy - Holy - Song of Death and Birth

Ghost Kings are chanting

Of tragedy and mirth

Holy - Holy - Song of Death and Birth

Ghost Kings are chanting

Of tragedy and mirth

Armies of Aryas came

Riding on chariots of clouds

Taking our lands

Our hunting grounds fell to their ploughs

And our harp still weeps

But the world, unheeding, sleeps