I'll recognize you by a secret message,
[And] You'll recognize me for the ring on my finger.
Our memories hold onto forgotten songs,
[And] We know the primitive dances to them.
I don't know how many years it's been since I've heard this archaic language,
Nobody understands the whispers of love anymore.
For one night, in our eternal immortality, 1
Returning back to Atlantis with you.
Out there, somewhere, beneath the waves, our ancient city rests,
Where in silence, other-worldly secrets are hidden. 2
We were in love with one-another, that's why we escaped. 3
We don't want to think this was an accident.
Fait allured us to the grey morning,
And once again we'll be lonely wanderers.
No one will know what brought us together,
These secret messages, these rings upon your fingers.
I want to hear this while the night lives on,
The secret language that no one understands.
For ten-thousand years I've waited for you,
Returning back to Atlantis with you.
I'll recognize you by a secret message,
[And] You'll recognize me for the ring on my finger.
Our memories hold onto forgotten songs,
[And] We know the primitive dances to them.
1. Eternal immortality is an interesting concept2. Or the Sho-Gath, or Cthulu, or any of the other Great Elder Ones. Or it could be ye olde HP Lovecraftian racism, honestly, I prefer the latter. That's a secret I'd burry in Atlantis.3. I was going to make another joke about HP Lovecraft being racist but by this point, the dead horse just rolled over in its grave.