Aeongrave 가사

For ages my spirit slept dead In this old temple-grave Where the ancient ones of many names Sleep their aeonic slumber Forgotten by all Replaced by the illusions Of a weak race of mortals But unseen by the mortal fools Bastardized by the crucified jew Forgotten stars are forming once again The seals of those of old, in the night And, after ages of silence Goatsteps resound again Deep in the silent Woods And deep in the silence of the Cosmos Where also their Power haunts the stars again (Felt) by the wise, unknown to human fools My ancient spirit is opening the tomb's gate Awakened by such uncanny sounds and magickal vibrations To welcome and greet them, by the ancient sign of the horns And witness how they will close the precessional cycle A blood-filled chalice to be offered for the aeon Ouroborous finally bites his (own) tail again Darkness returns My spirit shall then sleep in the aeongrave again But my soul or part of it will probably live forever as God is eternal they say And my soul is his grave