From Nameless Oracle Music by Tvangeste, Lyrics by Vanoe At the final glorious battle Sons of human they will know What's the point of being human Through the fight with sons of mind Have no way to get some knowledge Dashing in the blood dishing chaos Have no fade to get some power In the days of fight to death Calling Atl'aman, we'll see the damn of heaven Calling Atl'aman, we'll see the rising of Patala Let the fury comes, to clean the wild minds of mortals Let the powerful swords with hostile crash the temples of the lie And when the half of everything came, When the battle pass thought the top of horror violence Seven Atl'aman came from the dark valley of Earth And the chaos hadn't power to sign'em There was the sons with eyes full of fury passion Of there world and the languages gave the softness of their hearts These are by the command of Atl Standing up at the head of the army These are by the command of gods Will invite everyone Seven as one they will take Old the sons of humanity To the Final attack with the darkness and weakness of mind Shall we do know what's the point of holy visions? Want to try? Are you ready for blind? Shall we do know what's the point of crying and tears? Want to see are you ready to fill? Shall we do know What's the point of freedom and power? Want to see? Are you ready to lose? Shall we do know What's the points of honour and bravery? Want to try, are you ready to die? No....................... One! Will be down! Will lost! The everything! Great Pendulum! Will reel! Again! Everlasting pain! Do not! Leave them! Hold! By power of the wheel! At the hopeless deadly lines! You're as the stars now, Of ineffable creation. Fell down, to wail yourself Roaming though the dusk dimensions. Here, in the highlands, Battle will complete at last. Visionary dream, Become a horror weapon Here, at crossing sides Two forces tell the truth Of the innocent meaning of lies. Come here, sit here Return your will Things are blink now, visions make you to heal Sleep now, rest now, You're lost your wings Dream is real now indulgence in foolish it means (Vanoe's monolog) In the deepest dream going human sons, timely touches They great power, timely slides over it And didn't know what was that visionary meetings Blazing in the sacred spirit. Losing memories of the being, they had To woke the ability of magic nature... Because times by times the heaven over the mankind Will stay purely and cold as the phantasmal dream. Only little sparks of light are blinking somewhere. It will wake up and recall the hole sorrow madness of the dream. Blazing...small fire begins to grow up... Yes, too small but it's real fire A little hope that dreaming wouldn't go any longer. Slowly...slowly...the other sparks of fire Get the mists of Dragon Lore ...now look! Answering to mists of lore another sleepers Begin to dreamed worry Calling Atl'aman, we'll see the damn of heaven Calling Atl'aman, we'll see the rising of Patala Let the fury comes, to clean the wild minds of mortals Let the powerful swords with hostile crash the temples of the lie

Angel's Retreat Music by Tvangeste, Lyrics by Vanoe During lost times I've been Reject myself. During lost times the slimly holders Suck me. I've been looking for the mysteries Hiding here, Searching for the source of ancient lies. There were dreams beyond reality, Take to the mists of beaming skies, There where evanescent means eternity, You will be at loss before your fight. You're should be dawn... Weak, in fear, you think you are the lord? Breathless, in sacrilegious as rat You had to grope. Shy, in tears, you're going to the trap, Giving by your faithless. 'n' now you're retreat. Come, down here, What are my mistakes, Angel? Mind is blind, What is the price for truth, Angel? Why must you listen the blames Against the sacred Nature? Why must you believe in the lie That makes you to scare to... Damnation of Regiomontum Music by Tvangeste, Lyrics by Miron Clouds hide the sun Fire blinds my eyes Smell of death around of me Like a shadow... Only sword in arm Sorrow in my heart Only hatred in my mind..... GROUND of my land have now became red It can't take the blood anymore Shouts of dying like an echo of the greatest tragedy come to my land With the servants of alien god... Regiomontum a garden on ashes I roam in your infernal shadows And only moonlight shines my mournful way Regiomontum new life on the site of fire Town the phantom in a fog of centuries As a shelter of souls, crippled in sacred war... For the name of goodness and love Drowning in blood of the innocent people For the name of goodness and love Orphaned land, life transformed in ashes When you'll lay down in a bed of Death Ridden by fear of Uncertainty Think of your life before you'll draw your last breath Think of your sins in reality... Christian Christian It's not rain that has spilled from the sky It is tears of my people It is not the rivers with pure water It is the rivers of blood of my people Now all of us are dead There is nobody to raise children There is nobody to harvest Sacred fire has gone Vaidelot's Sacred fire The Land of our ancestors is grasped by the flame of war The air is filled by bitterness There is no the taste of freedom here anymore Only grief about native ground Only Unending rain and lonely warrior Mourn about The Great nation exterminated for the name of goodness and love

Angel's Retreat Music by Tvangeste, Lyrics by Vanoe During lost times I've been Reject myself. During lost times the slimly holders Suck me. I've been looking for the mysteries Hiding here, Searching for the source of ancient lies. There were dreams beyond reality, Take to the mists of beaming skies, There where evanescent means eternity, You will be at loss before your fight. You're should be dawn... Weak, in fear, you think you are the lord? Breathless, in sacrilegious as rat You had to grope. Shy, in tears, you're going to the trap, Giving by your faithless. 'n' now you're retreat. Come, down here, What are my mistakes, Angel? Mind is blind, What is the price for truth, Angel? Why must you listen the blames Against the sacred Nature? Why must you believe in the lie That makes you to scare to... Damnation of Regiomontum Music by Tvangeste, Lyrics by Miron Clouds hide the sun Fire blinds my eyes Smell of death around of me Like a shadow... Only sword in arm Sorrow in my heart Only hatred in my mind..... GROUND of my land have now became red It can't take the blood anymore Shouts of dying like an echo of the greatest tragedy come to my land With the servants of alien god... Regiomontum a garden on ashes I roam in your infernal shadows And only moonlight shines my mournful way Regiomontum new life on the site of fire Town the phantom in a fog of centuries As a shelter of souls, crippled in sacred war... For the name of goodness and love Drowning in blood of the innocent people For the name of goodness and love Orphaned land, life transformed in ashes When you'll lay down in a bed of Death Ridden by fear of Uncertainty Think of your life before you'll draw your last breath Think of your sins in reality... Christian Christian It's not rain that has spilled from the sky It is tears of my people It is not the rivers with pure water It is the rivers of blood of my people Now all of us are dead There is nobody to raise children There is nobody to harvest Sacred fire has gone Vaidelot's Sacred fire The Land of our ancestors is grasped by the flame of war The air is filled by bitterness There is no the taste of freedom here anymore Only grief about native ground Only Unending rain and lonely warrior Mourn about The Great nation exterminated for the name of goodness and love

Thinking... Music by Tvangeste, Lyrics by Miron I heard a leaves whisper In the cold autumn fores When we were standing near The bonfire and we were Crossing our swords Over its flame I heard a peals of thunder In the evening twilights I saw a dying sun Changing by Silver moonlight... (repeat) For Dying! For Crying! For Native Land! For Profaned Fate! Damned cross like a black shadow Has came to my Land Everybody under this shadow either starts to lie or die... But better die standing with proudly holding up head Than live kneeling with the mask of hypocrisy... I heard peals of thunder In the evening twilightsZ I saw a dying sun Changing by the silver moonlight Wind brought to my earing Wolf's wailing, lone and yearning It was early in the morning When I was sitting by the purling stream And I was thinking...of my nation Suddenly I heard the summon "Time, Brothers! It's our time!" We were straddling our horses And we were to take Our swears into Reality....

Born to be Kings of Innerself Music by Tvangeste, Lyrics by Miron Millions of people from all over the world worship for different gods But What is the God? What holy fathers teach them? They teach to be resigned to fate...But What is Fate? They teach to be humble, submissive... They grow the weak willed herd of sheep... Hey! Proud nation! Think what happens with your mind! Who controls your own souls? What operates your lives? Hey! Proud people! Where's your lost freedom? Your thoughts and your words don't belong to you any more... Born to be Free... Like wind in the skies... Born to be Strong... Now close Your eyes... Proud name 'The Man' Should not be lost Remember... Hold it in the memory of your hearts Thousands years they inspired you the fear of God's punishment Rebels were burned in the fires Thousand years they killed in you the sprouts of wisdom No more! Brothers! Now is your time to rise! Your God in Your Mind You're owner of your soul, the master of heart filled by freedom. Stop the Madness of lie, and use your best right To use your best right To be yourself!!!!