With the flames burns the hate
Like burning lava blows the fire
Spilling in every blow the wrath of the kings
Like destructive wave like a feeding light
Hunt of three hundreds eagles
Snarling of three thousands wolves
The three crowns of dominion
Glare again of a more sharpened light
In the sign of the awakening of the elite
With the pride to stand with the duty to recreate
Hunt of three hundreds eagles
Snarling of three thousands wolves
At the height of the long era of the viper
Uterine scrap of the worm-man
There won't be a word just said
There won't be an awakening vain
Lex talionis
The only path
To the consecration
Of superior nature
And its most haughty
Expression
And among the ruins of the temple of the infamous
And moans of death of his slaves
We'll face a new dawn
Staring at the sunlight
And burning hopeless
As an endless night
Blows hungry at the horizon