A Prophet In The Forest (Atlantean Kodex)

[Epistle One - The Fall Of Man] Like gold fall the leaves in the wind Long years numberless, As the wings of the trees The long years have passed Into the west, beneath the blue vaults Wherein the stars tremble in the song of the wind [Epistle Two - Through Years Of Longing] From the Forests And the green mountains far to the east To the hills of Franconia dreaming in peace See the fields full with grain Shining like gold in the sun Oh land of once and forevermore As the Danube rolls slowly To the seas of the east Tall keeps of Bohemia Are guarding the Reich Land of proud halls, Where legends resound in the night Oh land of my youth and old age Through years of longing we march From here to the end of the world I lead my folk to the gate Where the past and today become one Through years of longing we march As seasons pass us by Relentless in our stride, we enter the mountainside Standing stones guard the tombs of our fathers long gone Under the oaks, proud like titans defying the sun Telling the tales of the days when our folk was still young And took this land as ours I remember the time, I remember the place I remember the woods, where I first saw her face Now the winds from the east strike fear in our hearts Lost are the days of our youth as we part Oh Upper Palatinate, where have you gone? Once proud were your ways Now all barren hills are covered in shade Your past but a dream, no stars light us home Through years of longing we march From here to the end of the world I lead my folk to the gate Where the past and today become one Through years of longing we march. As seasons pass us by Relentless in our stride, we enter the mountainside [Epistle Three - Woodwards] [Instrumental]