Epistle One - The Fall of Man

Like gold fall the leaves in the wind
Long years numberless,
As the wings of the trees
The long years have passed
Into the west, beneath the blue vaults
Wherein the stars tremble in the song of the wind

Epistle Two - Through Years of Longing

From the Forests
And the green mountains far to the east
To the hills of Franconia dreaming in peace
See the fields full with grain
Shining like gold in the sun
Oh land of once and forevermore
As the Danube rolls slowly
To the seas of the east
Tall keeps of Bohemia
Are guarding the Reich
Land of proud halls,
Where legends resound in the night
Oh land of my youth and old age

Through years of longing we march
From here to the end of the world
I lead my folk to the gate
Where the past and today become one
Through years of longing we march
As seasons pass us by
Relentless in our stride, we enter the mountainside

Standing stones guard the tombs of our fathers long gone
Under the oaks, proud like titans defying the sun
Telling the tales of the days when our folk was still young
And took this land as ours

I remember the time, I remember the place
I remember the woods, where I first saw her face
Now the winds from the east strike fear in our hearts
Lost are the days of our youth as we part
Oh Upper Palatinate, where have you gone?
Once proud were your ways
Now all barren hills are covered in shade
Your past but a dream, no stars light us home

Through years of longing we march
From here to the end of the world
I lead my folk to the gate
Where the past and today become one
Through years of longing we march. As seasons pass us by
Relentless in our stride, we enter the mountainside

Epistle Three - Woodwards

~Instrumental~

So you drank the bitter waters
The salty wine of death
What cries the westwind? (Cry the westwinds)
Iron wavehands took your breath
Pale moonlit coasts repeat the answer
Sighing dark mechanic mills
Cease your ever-turning mourning
Shine forth upon our clouded hills

Waters could not have killed you
Nor fire, Atlantis, my friend
Downfall grows in the hearts of man
But the westwind recalls still your sound
So we plant in the abyss
A tree that lifts your ground
We will see Atlantis again

O land of green, oh land foreseen
Where did you go?
O land of green, oh land foreseen
Gone long ago

Seven wanderers still living
(In memory) blue mountains now island hills of green
The keep burning the desire
The rise of Atalant foreseen