The same thought source of rivalry A cacophony of sounds full of identities When the four winds rage from the fronts and fight Closed in that whirl of hooded knight I rise my fortress on the wake of the noon While they ride again the horses with big hoofs ...One quit moment before the storm Pa**ion sons of an ancient Father dethroned ...One quit moment before the storm You've destroyed the sacred temple made of thorns Bringing fire and gloomy pa**ions Show me your house and your formations I'm the damned race, progeny of The peaceful with the iridescent fan On the side of the illusory rainbow Which waves among the unending controls When your mind doesn't touch your ground anymore You will understand the auto generation I walk along the steep path Between insanity and my life Ineffable, volatile track Mirror of sense in my hands Forgotten, Vortex revolving through the time Create! The Mystical Blind He can see everything in His dark Fate Run, pawn of an invisible game Run little flame in the chessboard of the blames Move your steps in the fury of the whirl Until Parcae will cut your thread Fight against the time which would have you weak The great Kings are awakening Raising their head and breaking seaquakes To create again Eden without teachings The multitude of colors kept into the moonbeam The energetic code of the vital magic grid While Maat observes this war covering Earth and seas... The latter branded on the obscure brow Is the sign of everything they have known Conspiring brothers are waiting for the time In which the bells will announce the destruction There's no peace in the fields but just raw confusion And the night lasts a moment creating the illusion ...One day you'll hear a voice whispering: Fight for me under the red rain k** with my sword, be part of my Legions Destroy the one who spread the pains... Is not yet the Dawn, that's the reason! Marching a new morning has become In your icy Hell I feel my inner pale Sun