The Emptiness, The Guard Of The Sortileges And The Time In Which The Dust Takes The Rites 歌词

From here, from this hill. I see With all the details The life of the flame that does not go out The hosts of infamy and solitude From here, from this hill, I see The sacred gold of my ancestor Melt in the pyre of Gallas The blacksmith of the gods My vision crosses the mountains It is clear and crystalline See what's beyond It has strenght and omen My vision crosses the mountains It is clear and crystalline See the light stronger The one that will wake the dead As the crowned, I sentence, to those who vex Suffering the pains of empitiness I heard, from his hill The sound of thunder echoing And the clock of the time stops, because No greater than he survived I felt, from this hill All who were without their amulets Fall, fall down before such a freak His name was said several times This book in my hands Its the same one he wrote Using my blood It will remain as your legacy From here, from this hill, I say The altars collapse And silence is made After the rite In the desert, the dust took In the silence of emptiness All those who were without amulet And the clock of the time stopped I am hazred the elder He who preserved time But who saw it all collapse Stop, haunt and take the wind