Victims of a dying breed
Embraced the watery hell spree
Abandoned everything they had
Faced their nordic God's wrath

Somewhere north from albion
Dwelling in the bath of fog
Invoking the rhythms of atlantean shore
The priesthood of darkness shall rule once more

The hidden dream - uncompromising
Deep seas fate - in own making
You interest us - when far from here
1,000 Feet - and still counting

"Here be dragons" marks the spot
Which by subclock we only see
Their rusty statue still reminds
From kingdoms where whores were noble wives

Underground temples and forbidden runes
Occult mysteries, infernal truths
Wake from your horrid sleep today
From eternal night, divine doom revived
Not dead nor dreaming, in space and time
Longingness to cross rubicon, right
Turning our back to the tyrant who failed
Our orthodox ways to doom as one

From eternal night, divine doom revived!

They found atlantis - we refused, we resisted
They found atlantis - no more book of lies

Our aim is doom - no more kingdom of light
Our method is science - our guide is the night