Listen to the call of the [bad word] and the march
 Of the Hulak army
 Behold the promontories of Uros
 And its banners, swelling
 Like waves from immemorial oceans
 They carried weapons that brought disgrace
 
Listen to the call of the [bad word] and the march
 Of the Hulak army
 There is a rebirth in the grasslands
 Gloomy shades of Bronze frame us
 Awakening a frightening destiny
 One thousand Suns
 Vanish before my eyes
 
Gods in exile, golden horns
 Ice Ages, the resplendency on their faces
 Blind revenge, peregrine suns
 Buried kingdoms
 The impiety of Waika warriors
 
The erased memory, disappears lifelessly
 Where the pride has lived before, now is home
 For the nothingness
 The vile reigns, fear arises
 Black twilight of the ages
 Bloody massacre still breathe
 Auspicious echoes of archaic skies
 Symbols of wisdom in ancient stones
 
In decrepit graveyards
 Banners extend over the glacial wind
 The conquering chariots advance
 To confront the regalia
 The fallen race
 Solar flares recreated
 Make the flags raise to the sky
 Tribal slumber
 We shall fall into the deepness of the nigh
 To be reborn even stronger
 We head for the twilight
 Memory and torment
 Lost centuries
 
I hear the last thunder
 I wave till my final last breath
 Glorious picture
 Where the misery takes form
 
In the heights there is an ocean of tears
 far far call
 pact that is not echoed in the confines