Pilgrim (Atlantean Kodex)

From dreaming halls beyond the west There strong and free a storm will rise A boat it bears with biting breath And a pilgrim from the lands of hope Beneath the moon and under stars He will wander far from western strands When need is great through Europe's night Unknown to mortal men The years have passed Our ancestral Henges awake Pilgrim! Wanderer! Truth-bearer lead us to war In hallowed halls our horns resound Purify this holy ground And from the ruins of Europa Again we shall rise He will come unto the timeless halls Where shining fall the countless years And endless reigns the Elder King Under Mountain, ravens circle the peak And the pear-tree shall bloom On Walserfeld plain The king will rise from the throne And sweep these dogs from his lands The years have passed Our ancestral Henges awake Pilgrim! Wanderer! Truth-bearer lead us to war In hallowed halls our horns resound Purify this holy ground And from the ruins of Europa Again we shall rise The world is grey, the mountains old Our people's hearts are ashen-cold No harp is wrung, no silver trumpet calls The darkness dwells in Europe's halls Yet we still remember, we few who dwell In this far land beneath the trees The truth The light The dreaming golden spires The starlight on the Western Seas