Let me sing of this region sweet bride to this coven these trees are Her arms and the stars are Her eyes and this omen's real aime hasn't been revealed to any men, to any men... They shall speak through my mouth They shall see through my eyes They shall guide my thoughts They shall teach me the words yet unrevealed to any men, to any men Sol, magister humanitatis! superbus leader of tribes and peasants Sol, defensor civitatis! Barbaric brutism! Barbaric uprising! Sol, magister humanitatis! superbus leader of tribes and peasants Sol, defensor civitatis! superbus leader of a clandestine... Umbrian clan! Undead! Now cursed be these vulgar preys baptised by the Divine scythe immolated over this ancient oak wooden altars drenched in blood Etrurian portals to Cosmic truth! Skies are opening, legs are opening crown the servant's severed head in Death's blessing They manifest when the slaves are suffering... They manifest... Through Death and the goodbyes. Autumn ends... Umbrian grandeur... They live again throughout our flesh blessed be the omen, the omen of the few!