Πυρ Αεναον Lyrics

Hear the ancient spirit's croon
The call of olden days
Mythos, Epos, Saga
Sign of the olden ways

Hear the wail when shadow falls
The elder poem weaves
Mythos, Epos, Saga
The sound when war begins
So it begins

Pagan tribes
Cities of yore
Words written
In forgotten tongues

Once again upon us
ΠΥΡ ΑΕΝΑΟΝ
Civilization Crumbles
ΠΥΡ ΑΕΝΑΟΝ
Once again in turmoil
ΠΥΡ ΑΕΝΑΟΝ
Legends were forged in fire
On sacred anvil lost in time

Empires rose and fell
Tyrants and kings overthrown
Women and men bled to their deaths
Countless deeds disowned
The statues broken
Dismembered and sundered
Countless names forlorn

The stones tell stories
Of battles and gods
Of valor and ruin
Of freedom and loss

The markings our forefathers left
Bear weight to the heart
In river Acheron they have sailed
To Hades and beyond