Her beauty moved the new world with a glare,
 With a smile
 To a land of heroes and glorious kings
 They will one day be born, it has been written
 In songs they will always remember her

 You will have a little piece of time yourself
 We will live like this forever

 Many will be dead below your feet, o' vision of [bad word]  For your sake heroes shall be born again
 For there is vengeance in your eyes, it will mean torturing
 And death unto the sons of the kings'

 In your face, o' beautiful child
 Are the signs of warning
 And the entrails of your past