Beyond the gods of destiny vestiges of ornaments which we will touch with mortal hands hat only gods have touched what the ancients have seen what the ages have hidden Enormous eyes glare the emptiness long gone sacred feasts beyond the lost dreams around the great empire unreachable top Oh, glory for the fallen hand in hand with their fate I see servants of Apollo above the triumph shines sad ornate kings omnipresent effigies
Untouched order of columns apologies of beauty innocence and magic born from the gods of Aureus white gleaming The keys of the gates in the hands of the dying seraphim - architectural purity Transcendental vault a hero enlightens all the corridors an aura emerges Oh, end of beauty beginning of the end sound the trumpets, sound the trumpets Beyond the frontispiece the black angel annihilates with lightning the mortal