Like an Ode Forged in Immemorial Eras - Mythological Cold Towers

In the beginning of ages

Auspices of the eagles I saw

Mortuary urns and adorned coffins

A chthonian theodicy

Lost trails in a misty morning

Heirs of Crom roam upon the Earth

Punished by darkness, bleak from the Sun

As the abandoned palaces

The heralds carry their victory

Now the eagle flies to the sun

Restoring a new empire

Bravery of the now defunct gods

Veiled with mantles of light

These great icons that ruled the Land

Yet, grey shaped tomblike forms arise

And then the pediment of hypogeum is accomplished

The Mesomphalo burns with dense arrows

It’s the return of wrath and tragedy

Never seen nor touched

Ages like they’ve never happened at all