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Risen sons on the horizon

Brings the Condor on its wings

Born of Hellas, born on Thunder

Eat the majesty they bring

In the sky smoke is rising

In the sky, hear me sing

Bring the lords to the people

Bring the brothers to be kings

Let them walk on the water

Let them bathe in our blood

Let them know of our allegiance

Let them feed on our hearts

CHORUS:

Sons of Inti, Sons of Sun

Clarions of chaos, call the condor forth

Ride the wings of destiny

The bane of Eris, from the south to north

Sons of Inti, Sons of Sun

Two Horns as Crown, Two Horns as Crown

Take the throne of great Supay

Two sons of darkness and quakes

Give them gold for their huacas

At their feet they trample snakes

CHORUS