Triumph of a Superior Idea

As I'm walking down the path of glory
On the trace steps of the one and only
I hold the torch of knowledge
With its aenaon flame
ΝΕΜΕΣΙ ΚΛΗΙΖΩ ΣΕ ΘΕΑ
ΒΑΣΗΛΕΙΑ ΜΕΓΙΣΤΗ ΠΑΝΔΕΡΚΗΣ

Far from the deifier
Out from the logic
Imperishable spirits
Strength, truth and might

The sword is rising once again
To purify the whet from tare
For the new aeon
Of glory, virtue and might

I see the coming from the past
With wide open eyes
Rising from the ashes
Of ancient dying cosmos

Look around you
Ruins of the glory past
A mosaic in oblivion
Force you to stray here forever