Besedila:
Ancient Rites Dim Carcosa

dim still Is Carcosa My voice turns weak, lost is my mind I see, but I am blind And no sign of life in Dim Carcosa

to Caledonia) I still hear the ancient warcry (Ellada to Helvetia) I still hear the ancient battlecry (from Lusitania to Hispania) I still hear the ancient

depths A presence of bizarre beauty and dread Remains unrevealed In Carcosa Above the desert high Twin suns circle the sky Nevertheless dim still Is Carcosa

All heaven and earth were still As if God's paradise never lost None could foresee the silent (approaching) chill (in the shape of raging heathens) Through

We ask not the pleasure that riches supply Our weapons shall regain What betrayers must buy Throwing back the invaders Reigning our land and waves And

[Instrumental]

won though with our life we paid) Victory or Valhalla Must again be the rallying cry Ancient pride restored Let the ancient banners fly high Broken