كلمات Pagan

O old gods, let us enter the ancient forests Sylvan abode of faeries, faeries and fauns Lead us whispering spirits of times bygone Lead us to lands fabulous and forgotten Oh, Scythed Empress of retrieveless aeons Let us wander thy fathomless kingdoms Like vagrant seraphims of some remoter heavens Without mortal fears, mortal fears and burdens Oh, Ancient Gods we pray to thee Oh, rise, oh, Pagan Gods And bring back the blissful days Oh, Ancient Gods we pray to thee Oh, rise, oh, Pagan Gods And bring back the blissful days Oh, steadfast guardians, of edenic times Let us return to the garden amarinthine Let us leave this sad and grey world That knows us not This bitter realm of pain, that is not ours Let us recall the nights, when delight was all The world ere the, the atlantean doom Oh, Great Enchantress of the ivory moon Let us taste the dreamful anodyne of joy Oh, Ancient Gods we pray to thee Oh, rise, oh, Pagan Gods And bring back the blissful days Oh, Ancient Gods we pray to thee Oh, rise, oh, Pagan Gods And bring back the blissful days