O old gods, let us enter the ancient forests, The sylvan abode of faeries and fauns Lead us whispering spirits of times bygone To lands fabulous and forgotten O, Scythed Empress of retrieveless aeons Let us wander thy fathomless kingdoms, Like vagrant seraphims of some remoter heavens, Without mortal fears and burdens O, steadfast guardians of edenic times Let us return to the garden amarinthine Let us leave this sad and grey world, That knows us not, This bitter realm of pain, that is not ours Let us recall the nights, when delight was all, The world ere the atlantean doom O, Great Enchantress of the ivory moon, Let us taste the dreamful anodyne of joy
O old gods, let us enter the ancient forests, The sylvan abode of faeries and fauns Lead us whispering spirits of times bygone To lands fabulous and forgotten O, Scythed Empress of retrieveless aeons Let us wander thy fathomless kingdoms, Like vagrant seraphims of some remoter heavens, Without mortal fears and burdens O, steadfast guardians of edenic times Let us return to the garden amarinthine Let us leave this sad and grey world, That knows us not, This bitter realm of pain, that is not ours Let us recall the nights, when delight was all, The world ere the atlantean doom O, Great Enchantress of the ivory moon, Let us taste the dreamful anodyne of joy
