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in an eternal battlefield

They wish secrets for themselves

The warriors accept the fight and speck the sword

With the blood of the guardians from the temple of

involution

Involution

The turban hides the face of the heremit

His look is serene and reflects

The massanger cloud fade away

Through the storms of revelations

Revelations

Timbred by sacred hymns

It's the birth of lightbolt

The incarnation of a great spirit

The leader of a big sphere that makes itself

It harboured behind that hills

Its in massanger clouds that make contact

Lord of fire that comes from the sun

And gives form to silhouettes of souls in the ground

Come for us, ablaze our souls

We don't know our origin

And neither our enemies

Of forgetness, breath of an innocent child

Our battles have value

It destroys, turns to ashes

The higher, top of our civilization

Revelations

Revelations