When darkclad clouds hide the moon
The stars shine no longer certain
If light don The darkness is no longer in slumber
Words from immemorial ages reveal
The beast is not a beast nor a devil
Called forth from the demongate
Reminants of the spell
Those abandoned lands we claim
When storms of our sworms rushes forth
Failure is weak breed of human flesh
The victory never exalts in a heaven
Ancestral marks and the fatherlands sun
Burns in the eye to the servants of Jesus
Flood will again cleans the earth
Child of religion, to myth descends