An Unsung Lament Therion

Weaving threads at dawn is the silence around
With the golden light, morning and harmony comes

The singing wind seeks Pan, awakening him
Rays from his eyes will guide the sun to find everything

Upon the dewy grass, alone he will pass
(Deep inside the forest there are poems that no one is able to find)
Breathing the colours and let them ascend to the sky
Upon the dewy grass, alone he will pass
(Deep inside the forest thеre are poems that no onе is able to find)

From the god of the leafy green, now hear an unsung lament
(In grief I roam the forest...)
What he has told the trees at night, morning born he will not tell
(I will preserve the secret...)

La-la-la-la-la-la-la
Arcadia praise its mountain for him
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Arcadia praise its mountain for him

Echoes call from the battle of Typhon and Zeus, raging within
(Remember, remember...)
They are drawn to the surface, rising
(Ah! Remember, what is your fate? Remember)
To the glance to form a view of his own eternity
(Remember, remember)