Reaching For Telos

Come my followers, this dying age has passed
Crushed by our fervour by our minds

Kadash vanquished
Kadash benighted

Witness my faithful, the golden gates arise
Rewards of diligence, of our faith

Aeolia transient, newly rooted
Aeolia pious, grounded, flourished

Custodians
Dreaming host

Like Aeneas before me
I have collected the light of blood

Onward to circling suns
Where spins eternal days
We'll gather, we will gather

Onward to blazing suns
To the swan constellation
We'll gather, we will gather

Aeolia silent, pristine kingdom
Aeolia empty, vacant sanctuary
Altagracia dominus