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And at the end of the time, the circle will close

The skull will burn, cursing these conquerors.

Who are those demons that come to me

They bring the death’s cross, marked, on their hands.

The apocalypse starts, after their first attack

The sun and the moon falls, whit the slave’s blood.

Oh no!

And at the end of the time, the circle will close

Illapa’s return, killing these conquerors

Ghosts of the future razing this damn land

Priests of hate spreading the holy lie

Images of clay masters of the blind faith

Ancestral legions dragging dark chains

Oh yeah!

Take these souls in the name of Supay

Guardian of the underworld

Let him know the hate and blackness

Of the forgotten hearts

They want to come back again

And pay tribute to the Sun

They want to retrieve the wisdom

And sacrifice them all

The winter solstice begins

The dead warriors march from the south

They know that time is coming

To return this cross to the catacombs.