Call from the Ancient Times Lyrics

In the streams of time and stars
A longing spirit wanders through ages
Eternally, forever alone in a Land of Fog
Where no man is seen and no sound is heard

Wind wakes him up, night by night
He spreads his blackwings, to reach the sky
Over the dark forest, over the ancient hills
With the Flags of Hatred and Doom in hand

He remembers the Glorious Ancient Times
All blood, all wisdom, all that what was lost
All felling, longing for power and might
They will never return, never again...

He watches the Gates to Oblivion
In the moonglare, in the neverending storm
Under the black clouds of the nightsky
The Eternal Guardian of the Key to the Gate

Yet sometimes mist rises from hills
And flies over the dark, frozen forest
Passes the Gates, and the spirit opens the door
To the other times, to the earthly realm.

We wake up and gaze to the father moon
To see the silver tears flowing from up high
And the mist flows down from the dark sky
Embracing the forest of our wanderings

We can then hear the Call from Ancient Times
And longing swallows our pride filled hearts
We go further, to the cold, pale light
Which shines over the silent, dark forest