Bornholm - Darkened Grove Lyrics

Darkened Grove

Gather ye mighty Ones,
All above the skies!
Cast your spells over these mortals!

And they shall vanish
As Babylon in fire,
But the red roses blow
On the broken ruins of Tyre

Majesty!
Rise!
Weaving spiders come not here!
Great Fire!
Burn!

Ye never gonna learn
That to me ye cannot pray?
Year after year ye call me
In this place

Lifting your puny shouts
Of triumph to the skies,
You turn your eyes to me,
But you don't see me at all...

Venerate me once again,
Oh with these flames!
Which hither ye have brought
From the regions I reign

To dream you conquer care,
Ye fools and priests
Hail to eternal fire!
Once again I set thou free!

We beseech thee!

Touch the world of man!
With blinding eyes
Open their mind to follow
The memories of the past

Rise up to everlasting spires,
As joyous funeral march!
Remember my ancient promise:
You'll never die!

Ye, who see in the dark!
In your leafy Temple,
Thine eyes glow
Prince of all mortal wisdom,
Let the cold darkness
Grow...

Blind fools of ages,
Abyss in their eyes!
Oh, my Light!
I start the fires of hate,
On their funeral pyre!