Praetorians

On this long night I shall speak to the dead, the living and the unborn

On this night, when the torches of time will bond them all

Mystic land of fathers in communion with you

To the honored dead I shall speak first

I see your electrified shade and greet thee

I worship you but see you not

Exiled, enchained, the past life I have lost

And as a ghost I can now see and embrace you

Thy storm shall guard watery borders

When the world is gone

And when the fire gives birth to another from the ashes of the old

To the dead have I spoken. Now to the living shall I speak

For nine years my voice has not been heard

Violence accompanied me, violence accompanies me

Violence accompanies you, but loved me more

She chose me, yet married me not

Let's pay the honour, by raising it's banner high

And avenge the sacrifice of our dead

In the black nights glory will wed them with violence

With a wreath of asphodel

I have spoken to the dead and the living

In the end shall I speak to the unborn

Spirits of the future, we mourn thee with funeral chant

But you shall be incarnated with paeans

Dark, unborn - you shall be born in a dilapidated land

A thousand reasons to fear her

A thousand reasons to deny her

And only one to rise and join us

Into that blood river of time