Say "night"
When questioned by Leontocephaline
Who holds the key to mystery
Rules over dark and day
With his serpent caducei
This ignorant acolyte
Seeks initiation's light
And to know unconquered sun
Before his days are done
It is the wind age and the wolf age
Axe age and the sword age
When our shields are cloven
We'll wear the German cuirass
Nothing can hurt us now
We know the Art of Passau
Nama, Nama, Sebesio
Say "day"
When led by the two Dadophoroi
To the place of sacrifice
Where a bull is soon to die
Under the suns below
Where the Dog and Scorpio
Wait for blood of ox to flow
As empires rise and fall
As soldiers live by sword
It is the wind age and the wolf age
Axe age and the sword age
When our shields are cloven
We'll wear the German cuirass
Nothing can hurt us now
We know the Art of Passau
The headsmen sell the paper slips
Smiths will forge the wolfen grips
They know the Art of Passau
Nama, Nama, Sebesio
It is the wind age and the wolf age
Axe age and the sword age
When our shields are cloven
We'll wear the German cuirass
Nothing can hurt us now
We know the Art of Passau
The headsmen sell the paper slips
Smiths will forge the wolfen grips
They know the Art of Passau
When questioned by Leontocephaline
Who holds the key to mystery
Rules over dark and day
With his serpent caducei
This ignorant acolyte
Seeks initiation's light
And to know unconquered sun
Before his days are done
It is the wind age and the wolf age
Axe age and the sword age
When our shields are cloven
We'll wear the German cuirass
Nothing can hurt us now
We know the Art of Passau
Nama, Nama, Sebesio
Say "day"
When led by the two Dadophoroi
To the place of sacrifice
Where a bull is soon to die
Under the suns below
Where the Dog and Scorpio
Wait for blood of ox to flow
As empires rise and fall
As soldiers live by sword
It is the wind age and the wolf age
Axe age and the sword age
When our shields are cloven
We'll wear the German cuirass
Nothing can hurt us now
We know the Art of Passau
The headsmen sell the paper slips
Smiths will forge the wolfen grips
They know the Art of Passau
Nama, Nama, Sebesio
It is the wind age and the wolf age
Axe age and the sword age
When our shields are cloven
We'll wear the German cuirass
Nothing can hurt us now
We know the Art of Passau
The headsmen sell the paper slips
Smiths will forge the wolfen grips
They know the Art of Passau