O old gods, let us enter the ancient forests
The sylvan abode of faeries, faeries and fauns
Lead us whispering spirits of times bygone
Lead us to lands fabulous and forgotten

Oh, Scythed Empress of retrieveless aeons
Let us wander thy fathomless kingdoms
Like vagrant seraphims of some remoter heavens
Without mortal fears, mortal fears and burdens

Oh, Ancient Gods we pray to thee
Oh, rise, oh, Pagan Gods
And bring back the blissful days

Oh, Ancient Gods we pray to thee
Oh, rise, oh, Pagan Gods
And bring back the blissful days

Oh, 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, the atlantean doom
Oh, Great Enchantress of the ivory moon
Let us taste the dreamful anodyne of joy

Oh, Ancient Gods we pray to thee
Oh, rise, oh, Pagan Gods
And bring back the blissful days

Oh, Ancient Gods we pray to thee
Oh, rise, oh, Pagan Gods
And bring back the blissful days