The Gates of Annwn

A thousand dawns and thousand dusks I've seen
A thousand tales of Pagan Gods I've lived
A cross they brought from afar
Nothing but a symbol
It seems like a swarm is devouring the Sun
A pale emblem of the past
Whitering in a grass- covered stone

You heathen, dammation is for you
In your own lie you're a sinner
Flames of hell await for you
If still in the forest you seek elderly gods

I disown forced rules and holy writings
All of your beliefs, I deny
I will refuse an imposed faith, always
Rebel I remain, faithful only tom myself

From the desert other gods have come
An imposed faith
That I do not understand
That I do not comprehend
The end descended bringing famine and plague
Our wasted deities, the hollow that they leave
Can't be replaced
With this flesh and blood

Another dawn we'll see
Another kind of life we're going to live
Your grave our cradle, your loss our heritage

Usurpers
You'll be cursed for all times
We'll build a cage to enslave you
Until the edge of eternety
The northern winds will blow as razors in your flesh
The glacial breath of our land
Will take what belongs to us
Under the baying of the hounds
The wild hunt has just begun

In storming flames all the new world will burn
The silent gates of Annwn are open
Unknown spirits from night primeval
Sailing the river of the air

Rebel I've been and now a myth I am
My deeds have remained in stories to tell
I'm the one who foretold the return of Arawn
The seeds of consciousness are ready ti arise