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The Moon talked to me in dreams

In the tongue of the Anjanas

And she trespassed me her wisdom

and her autumnal cry

The sacred woods, oh, sad enchantment,

washed my fate, I saw the portal of centuries,

with wrath in my soul

Summon the strenght of one-eyed-Titan

And let the final battle begin

A sum of perception, divine intuition

I see, the mist over Alot

The sound of the march of Caesar's legions

The forest and mountains... our gods

I'm the one, chosen by my brothers

The son of this ground, forged by the anvil of creator

Concanos drink the blood of horses to destroy

the enemy of our Mother Land

Orgenomescos, Vendios... revenge to our fallen ones

Above the shores of the Abyss we'll prevail

Fighting for eternity to the end of Thy Empire

Our flesh can die, but our spirit will wonder

with the blessing of Deva

Across our Dominion of the Ancient Seal