ΠΥΡ ΑΕΝΑΟΝ

Hear the ancient spirit’s croon The call of olden days Mythos, Epos, Saga Sign of the olden ways Hear the wail when shadow falls The elder poem weaves Mythos, Epos, Saga The sound when war begins So it begins Pagan tribes Cities of yore Words written In forgotten tongues Once again upon us ΠΥΡ ΑΕΝΑΟΝ Civilization Crumbles ΠΥΡ ΑΕΝΑΟΝ Once again in turmoil ΠΥΡ ΑΕΝΑΟΝ Legends were forged in fire On sacred anvil lost in time Empires rose and fell Tyrants and kings overthrown Women and men bled to their deaths Countless deeds disowned The statues broken Dismembered and sundered Countless names forlorn The stones tell stories Of battles and gods Of valor and ruin Of freedom and loss The markings our forefathers left Bear weight to the heart In river Acheron they have sailed To Hades and beyond

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Nov 09, 2025

As the chasm grows deeper We are being thrown into the pit The indifferent watch with a grin Their apathy feeds our scars With weapons in hand We brave our fears No border divide us Army of Gaia RISE For justice, for freedom United we stand No nation defines us Army of Gaia rise for our home With wings from our mothers Roots from our fathers We march to our bitter end Stone cold discrimination Inequity brews our hatred Until our final breath We won’t rest Warriors of earth Army of Gaia Kindred hearts called to arms Army of Gaia Rise for our home Mankind’s conquest upon this earth Has brought suffering and loss Actions bereft of thought Violence beyond reason Death deprived of justice For those they will BURN Sons of earth and stars Daughters of moon's shadow Children of forest and lake RISE Army of Gaia RISE

Submitted by Immortal — Nov 09, 2025