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With the flames burns the hate

Like burning lava blows the fire

Spilling in every blow the wrath of the kings

Like destructive wave like a feeding light

Hunt of three hundreds eagles

Snarling of three thousands wolves

The three crowns of dominion

Glare again of a more sharpened light

In the sign of the awakening of the elite

With the pride to stand with the duty to recreate

Hunt of three hundreds eagles

Snarling of three thousands wolves

At the height of the long era of the viper

Uterine scrap of the worm-man

There won't be a word just said

There won't be an awakening vain

Lex talionis

The only path

To the consecration

Of superior nature

And its most haughty

Expression

And among the ruins of the temple of the infamous

And moans of death of his slaves

We'll face a new dawn

Staring at the sunlight

And burning hopeless

As an endless night

Blows hungry at the horizon