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The blessed leading the blessed to Elysium

Where the sweetest life for human is offered

Never snow nor coldness nor rain besides

Zephyrus winds wherever are mild breezes

From the oceans to give the freshness to men

When Immortals bring you to Rhadamantus

"My son, make me proud.

Blow in your conch, deafen this world and unleash the waves

The glare of your azure and purple scales

Will announce the arrival of my devastating strength

Gather our legions of exterminators

All shall become ruins and Ashes."

Can you hear not so far the hate cohorts?

The Makhai battlespirits headed by Proioxis

The future ravages wrought by onrush and onslaught

Hellysium… an heroic existence

deserves a Pacific and steadfast rest

Hellysium… the Vanquished now lie

on the ground of their conceitedness

Serenity atrophies the skills and reduces the glorious past

Veil of an eternal spring flutters peacefully

And nothing seems to disturb this tranquility so deserved

Who could be so pretentious to confront ancient gods

in this afterlife realm?

Who could be so impetuous

to imagine there's mightier than us?

Lethean Waters suddenly are boiling

Bronze architectures enclosures suddenly so vulnerable

[Guitar solo]

Slowly and so silent the murmurless Lethe flows

Far away from the Sins far away from the Tartarus gate

"Woe betides the old man who makes the cup of oblivion fall…"

Hellysium… our triumphant acts

ensure us abundance of privileges

Hellysium… now and forever

we'll never look behind (us)