Paroles Reformation Kiuas

Reformation

From within the midst of the woods sings a pipe with a mystic tune

Whispering like an echo from beyond the ages

Softly whistles 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!

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 drum pounds 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

With the keys to all ancient lore

Riding in on a thousand storms

With 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