Up From the Ashes

From the darkest dephs of Hades As the black flame my soul burns The dark vision is always there To bring me (His) blasphemy You born again oh chosen son To bring up their message to bring up their word From the fire And the rituals of our fathers You're now born again From the blessings of the masters You born again oh chosen son To bring up their message to bring up their word

I am Faethon, the one, your son My father is Helios Sworn to the Styx The river of the gods And let me feel The sky with my shine The gates of the sunrise With red color shine And the dawn has opened the palaces ... And the dawn has paled Everything is ready for the final call The guardians of Olympus are opening the gates I, Faethon, rule the sky Lord of the sun for just a while I fell over the Scorpio And I'm heading to Capricornus Flames burst over the land To deep valleys and darkened forest Faethon you fool You wounded our Mother Now expect for the coming of Thanatos Zeus throws his thunder again And Faethon drops lifeless to Iridanos Ποτε ξανα θνυτος στην χωρα των Ελληνων Ω Ελληνες θεοι, ποτε! [Never again a mortal in the land of the Hellenes Oh Hellenic gods, never!]

Submitted by The Void — Apr 24, 2025

The lord of the greatest wind Son of Astraios and Eios With his power he can tear your skin With one blow he can rip off your head From Podogrous born The winged horses of Achilles A mighty darkness demon From the depths of the netherworld He is the messenger of spring His symbol the winged mighty horse A great warrior of glory Winged, powerful and proud Oh, mighty Zephyrous Give us thy strength Crush all our enemies With your dragon sword

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 24, 2025

enea imere osite i st periiplanisis thea demeter ta megala mysteria sin tis pompes kai tis ieris e en to anthestirioni kai to boidromion thusie eis to onoma imon telete mystike kai krypte staris kekomenos ypo tou sigalou theristou dothisate ipo tou ierofantou tis pistis ... tis teknis imon

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 24, 2025

For years they were silent Forgotten from their followers Who forgot their ancient power Who forgot their unspeakable wrath Wake up masters of my soul Your servants are waiting for your call Now Zeus has risen from Olympus And sit on his golden throne Aris has gathered up the hordes To regain the lost realm Wake up masters of my soul Your servants are waiting for your call Artemis kills all the unfaithful With the help of Aris ,king of war Soon all the kingdoms will be fallen And Zeus will be the ruler of this world Wake up masters of my soul Your servants are waiting for your call

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 24, 2025

Hades, god of the underground world Son of Kronos and Reas The mighty king of erevos Brother of the great Zeus Into the darkened world He sits on throne which is made of gold Invisible into the clouds With Cerberus sitting beside With company the Katachtonium Kirres Arpies and Erinyes And his wife the beloved queen Persefone The collector of human souls You, king of the dead I praise you as one day I'll come at your silent kingdom To live forever there Judge the of the human life Punisher for the unfair Who nothing can save them From your destructive revenge Into the darkened world He sits on throne which is made of gold Invisible into the clouds With Cerberus sitting beside

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 24, 2025

From the Arcadian forest On this winter day Ceremonies shall begin In the name of Pan Mortals try to wake their souls Dancing round the blazing firestorm Through the darkened forest Beyond where mountains lie The circle dance for Pan The great Pan will come tonight Xere o doksasmene Pu akuses to kalesma mas Ela va dosis kai pali Noima stin zoi ke stin pisti [Praise you, glorified one For hearing our call Come and give meaning again To life and faith] Oh, great Pan Bless us In your name we stand Give us thy power The blasphemers will feel the anger And the axe We drink with you the wine of life As it slowly ends We leave our bodies on the ground And our spirits fly Please forgive all of our sins We have made as we have lived Make our souls as pure as the starlight of the night From the Arcadian forest On this winter day Ceremonies shall begin In the name of Pan Mortals try to wake their souls Dancing round the blazing firestorm

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 24, 2025