Valeholm - Ferula Communis

Hear me, sole empyrean
Hear me and stay thy hand;
Let us remain in the darkest of chambers,
Let us remain in the dark of the land.

Hear me, descendant of Gaia,
Hear me and stay thy hand;
Seize thee not the cold gift of fire;
Let us remain in the dark of the land.

At the advent of a modern age,
I saw the will of man crumble to dust.
Piety raped at the hands of progress,
The nature of man was lost.

A son of the gods did err,
At the theft of great fire.
Ergo the sum of man,
Shall burn in a grandiose pyre.

Hear me, sole empyrean
Hear me and stay thy hand;
Let us remain in the darkest of chambers,
Let us remain in the dark of the land.

Hear me, descendant of Gaia,
Hear me and stay thy hand;
Seize thee not the cold gift of fire;
Let us remain in the dark of the land.

We ascend to a distant region,
Between the earth and sun.
A Scythian wilderness,
Where the gods are none.

The ash of a thousand men,
Forms the beak of the eagle.
Slowly it penetrates;
His exposed and bleeding liver.

Power and Force,
Thy deed be done.
The thief is shackled,
Forever bound.

His thoughts were aiming high,
Against his will and mine.
Sacrifice for mankind,
Signaled "The end is nigh."

The harness is tightening,
Sinking itself into his flesh;
The Titan begins to wither,
At the hands of those he saved.

Burnt at the brightest sun,
The thief, he trembles.
His wound freshly opened,
At dawn reassembles.

Prometheus descending,
A grand degradation of power.
Pramantha is taken,
As mankind slowly cowers.

Take from this offspring,
Of earth, flesh and blood,
The grand luxury of fire,
And the presence of great warmth.

Hear me, sole empyrean
Hear me and stay thy hand;
Seize thee not the cold gift of fire;
Let us remain in the dark of the land.

Hear me, descendant of Gaia;
Hear me and stay thy hand;
Spread thee not thy Promethean flame;
Let us remain in the dark of the land.