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Fountain Of Nepenthe (Atlantean Kodex)

Cold are the waves that carry our ships Through uncharted seas to our homeland Storm clouds gather as we approach The gates of twilight await Swords drawn as we walk through the clouds Endless glory and wisdom Oblivion, sweet mead of the gods Our past lives cast off like a gown The spells have been cast, the veil has been lifted We leave this world Elysium beckons The Golden Bough opens the gate I feel no more pain, grief has fled my soul And then we see a shining shore and ten white temples Procession to the Fountain of Nepenthe Clad in white robes I bear the Golden Bough A pilgrim twixt the worlds of gods and men A shining shore and a far green land The meadows of the Island of the Blessed A king will come and lead our people home Where earthly gyves will be no more Dark is the path appointed for us Wind-demons scream as we pass One single flame at the edge of the night One beacon, one guardian, one truth Our forefather's blessings grant vision and might Through negative veils we march onward Katharsis - As we blaze through the void Our souls become one with the light The spells have been cast The veil has been lifted We leave this world Elysium beckons The Golden Bough opens the gate I feel no more pain Grief has fled my soul And then we see a Shining shore and ten white temples Procession to the Fountain of Nepenthe Clad in white robes I bear the golden bough A pilgrim twixt the worlds of gods and men A shining shore and a far green land The meadows of the Island of the Blessed A king will come and lead our people home Where earthly gyves will be no more Five thousand years have passed Since first light shone upon us Through forests deep now darkness falls Who will be our king? Who will bear the crown of oak and bone? Who will lead our folk? Lead us home? An age is coming to an end And from our mountain thrones we watch Who will sing our songs when the last of us has gone? Who will tell our tale when all hope fails?