NAER MATARON - Skotos Aenaon
Diastric Fields Of War
A man hides, changes names... . and He attacks
Bright, strong: cuts through the dark
In black holes, in distant dimensions He invades
For the dark night, for Unique moments.
The dawn breaks golden, the war gets stronger
I look for You, I ask for You, I scream Your name.
Elasipe, mastigi ligiri: tetraoron arma diokon
Klithi makar Helie, Panderkes exon Aeonion oma!
Bright rays of enlightened knowledge
Cross the kingdom of Rhodos to the right side of Zeus
World master Iketis, Crimson you have stood
From within the gleaming battles of Maiandron
In between of solar light systems
White stones magnetize my soul
And black holes guide me to the Olympian Fathers.
Naer Mataron, Naer Mataron gaia kai Idor
Ouranie Iketi, Ilion, Irida kai Eosfore
Rhodos ascend to the sunrise of Helios
Beyond the dawn to the Golden peaceful waters.
Empires pass: Generations come
under the Dome of Ouranos.
And I, Plan the path again
For The iridian visitors from beyond
Astro - Thetis - Cosmos
On a chariot with wings I move on and observe
Distant visitors, bright meteorites
Indefinite pleasures, pure tranquility
Blessed with excess, hallowed to create.
Alchemy, ancient knowledge
Magnetized by orbit bewitched by sight.
The bright light blinds my face
Between spaces, discovering unfathomed paths
Around the globe of creation
Lead the source of light, reach the twelfth night.
I am Agkaios who seeks the Knowledge
I know the motion of the stars
I am the one who cuts the yarn
In a season that lavish defines life!
Ouranos, Kronos, Zeus-the Son assassins the Father
...And restores the cosmic order!
Gaia, Rea, Ira- the mother bursts
...And devours the seed of chaos, in lust!
On a chariot with wings, I move on and observe
I stand in time that defines evolution
I blow the circular move of planets.
I OWN THE FUTURE AND PAST OF COSMOS
Defused light, expressed in discrimination of hours
And the harmony of the seasons...
...You are the one Who brings, yet destroys, the dark mist!
One temporary Spring meets the rain and snow
And death becomes a frozen cloud in the Sky.
We are looking for the faded path of our beginning.
The sun has transformed in a crematorium
That has opened it's purple vitals and burns us to ashes.
The land that we locate ourselves scatters the disasters
Like an exhalation that wanders and passionately seeks.
Medieval material, Skotos, Zoferos Aeon!
Again... I return from the cluster of Andromeda.
Beyond the satellites in the material spirit of Persefs!
In a fire-built chariot comes the return of the Empire.
Oh fire zone, I lead yet to the destruction of human stupidity!
Red-Black-White fictious dawn
Blue sky with white clouds,
A fire speech and then: Silence!
Oh Hyperion! You are the Last and the Major chapter.
Wolf Of Ions
The sun drops to the Aegean sea
On its rose edge it still keeps on, a hint of light
The sword of east that was drowned
In the voracious sea of Ions
A demon of the sea, half human and half fish
The one who rides the dolphin
In the black deep waters the conquerors still hide
The stars standing so high
Confess of an unholy conspiring night
Clamors are heard from the Elysian Fields
The Fields that... Christ (ha!) NEVER crossed!
The blood of the wolf still runs in the storm of your rage
You have returned for the revenge of the Hellenic Blood
You are the wolf, the son of the seashell
Destroy now, the Plague from the east,
The Jewish race
The daybreak comes fearfull:
Lykeios Nekys Ek Tymbon Egeiromenos Osper
Fasma Barbarous Polemious Apoktein Ethelei
I offer a libation of blood to the sea-bathing god
I dance his raging Pirrichion
I hold the heart and soul of an Ancient Spartan!
Sardonic, Hateful, Wolf of Ionia!
Soul dispatcher, demoniac, macabre Mortifier
Authentic archetypical terror spreads
LYKOS TON IONON YIOS!
In Honor Of The Wolf
Fire at Hesperus is burning
And the blade cuts deep the flesh
Where the fools command the land
Fire at the land of Ira.
Ancient Prophecy sees the light
Demonic, Hellenic Pure cult
The warrior who escaped from Hades,
revenge in Darkness of Legends.
The Wolf is Hungry at the depths
With Blood in the eyes, he dances with lust
The secrets of the Ancient dead
Reborn again, in an infant's soul.
In Honour of the Wolf
The fate was again unfair.
The enemies cut of His hand.
They promised to him the ancient secrets
They even dared to change His name.
But again, the name meant Wolf.
The Wolf of Ionia, the sacred land.
The cry of freedom always shouts
And the unfaithful always haunts.
Wolf of Ionia-Hellenic Blood
Wolf of Ionia-Hellenic Soil
I can see the winds, I can breath the chilling cold!
I can touch the spectral colours of the night:
The sun of Storms I am, the black night from yester worlds
The flame of war desire burns inside my soul.
Spellbound by this blind passion
In battle lust my mind is drowned
Red is the path:to the war field.
My panzerfaust respectfully I hold.
Under the pale horizon of the eastern front
Across the endless sea of clouds
Pride becomes a side of Pain
Honour fills with courage my soul
Draped I am by those melancholic hills
A hawk in eyrie, I am waiting fearless
All senses gathered, instincts sharpened
Dwelling in total blasphemy in this winter war.
Olofoteina ta synnefa toso psila!
Parthenikis broxis stagones me skepazoun,
Kai ola edoI timi, to Aima pou kylla zesto.
Kai ego monos piana polemo akoma.