| Song | (Ode to Ancient) Europa |
| Artist | Ancient Rites |
| Album | Dim Carcosa |
| 作曲 : Ancient Rites, Theys | |
| (from Gallia to Germania) | |
| I still hear the ancient warcry (Roma to Brittania) | |
| I still hear the ancient battlecry | |
| The great old | |
| European heroes, the proud old | |
| European names | |
| Like snow now melted for sunlight, today their lustre gleams | |
| Gone are the great old empires, the proud old names are low | |
| That shed a glory over the ancient world, a thou sand years ago | |
| But wandering the medieval cities beholding our ancient lands | |
| Albion, Saxonia, land of | |
| Franks constructed by our ancestor's hands (from Erin to Caledonia) | |
| I still hear the ancient warcry (Ellada to Helvetia) | |
| I still hear the ancient battlecry (from Lusitania to Hispania) | |
| I still hear the ancient warcry (Mycenae to Macedonia) | |
| I still hear the ancient battlecry | |
| In the country of our fathers on the land and sea | |
| Can you hear a million voices? | |
| Thy forefathers summoning thee! | |
| Summoning thee! | |
| Many centuries ago, beyond the hazy space | |
| In Brittany, | |
| Eire and Caledonia there dwelt a mighty race | |
| Celts they were called, like their holy oaks, they had a giant grace (fierce was the Byzantine empire Spread over the Balkans, Asia, Minor and Greece Combining eastern and western tradition A gateway to the East) | |
| Slavonian kingdoms, empires and tribes | |
| Defending their ancient lands and rights | |
| From invading hordes from the | |
| East Thousands slaughtered (fair) men and beast (from Byzantium to Phoenicia) | |
| I still hear the ancient warcry (Etruria to Cymru) | |
| I still hear the ancient battlecry!! |
| zuò qǔ : Ancient Rites, Theys | |
| from Gallia to Germania | |
| I still hear the ancient warcry Roma to Brittania | |
| I still hear the ancient battlecry | |
| The great old | |
| European heroes, the proud old | |
| European names | |
| Like snow now melted for sunlight, today their lustre gleams | |
| Gone are the great old empires, the proud old names are low | |
| That shed a glory over the ancient world, a thou sand years ago | |
| But wandering the medieval cities beholding our ancient lands | |
| Albion, Saxonia, land of | |
| Franks constructed by our ancestor' s hands from Erin to Caledonia | |
| I still hear the ancient warcry Ellada to Helvetia | |
| I still hear the ancient battlecry from Lusitania to Hispania | |
| I still hear the ancient warcry Mycenae to Macedonia | |
| I still hear the ancient battlecry | |
| In the country of our fathers on the land and sea | |
| Can you hear a million voices? | |
| Thy forefathers summoning thee! | |
| Summoning thee! | |
| Many centuries ago, beyond the hazy space | |
| In Brittany, | |
| Eire and Caledonia there dwelt a mighty race | |
| Celts they were called, like their holy oaks, they had a giant grace fierce was the Byzantine empire Spread over the Balkans, Asia, Minor and Greece Combining eastern and western tradition A gateway to the East | |
| Slavonian kingdoms, empires and tribes | |
| Defending their ancient lands and rights | |
| From invading hordes from the | |
| East Thousands slaughtered fair men and beast from Byzantium to Phoenicia | |
| I still hear the ancient warcry Etruria to Cymru | |
| I still hear the ancient battlecry!! |