Ancestral Shadows - The Sorrows of Centuries Past lyrics

Awaken atavism Prepare for war For what was worshiped will be feared And what was feared will be worshiped The loneliness in man is bleak Yet within in it he finds creation Deprived of light, deprived of touch Each caress like gla** cutting flesh This land once bounded our agonies The Word of words buried for centuries Despair no more, grand serpent be close Time of renewal, spectrum at our glance Silent sorrows affixed to life Solitary paths form thy gateways Solace a dream, succumbing to night To be clandestine Is to embrace darkness… Symbols slumber behind the eye Their dormancy enters into final Voice of ages lost, within the air Alas our remembrance of our forgotten past… Sacred rites return us to our lands… Through this moon lies thy path Her luminescence surrounding Her essence guides thee An opened womb. A dying garden An altar made of dirt and bones The loneliness of thy echoes Plagues this unforgiving ashen air Oh, how the effect of the night Creates a bond with the cold Their tombs illuminate by perpetual flame Communication reached in channeling An astral cloth soothes thy aching bones As all I was deprived, revives, within the I The radiance of the setting sun Brings such bliss within thyself For when it arises in the morrow It shall herald in our centuries past