Circles on the surface
Speak of the ancient who fell from grace
Through their use of magic
They became a legend of old days
Waters of the dream world
Show pictures from the land of before
A continent of dream
That you could watch on a foreign shore
On the strand sand dune
Strike waves of Neptune
From the tales of Solon
To the depth of astral memory
The legend of Atlantis
Will appear from the great old sea
Dive into the abyss
To find the lost luciferic crown
And put it on the head
Of the ruler of the sunken town
On the strand sand dune
Strike waves of Neptune
In the crowning of Atlantis
Memories will rise from the hidden stream of consciousness
Up to the surface of the sea
Atlantis bear once again the crown of Drakon to Agharti
Waters in the ocean
Speak of the ancient who fell from grace
When they took the trident
And became a legend of old days
Dive into the abyss
To find the lost luciferic crown
And put it on the head
On the ruler of the sunken town
On the strand sand dune
Strike waves of Neptune
In the crowning of Atlantis
Ecstasies will rise from the deepest depth of consciousness
Up to the surface of the sea
Atlantis bear once again the crown of Pan to Arcady
In the crowning of Atlantis
Ecstasies will rise from the deepest depth of consciousness
Up to the surface of the sea
Atlantis bear once again the crown of Pan to Arcady