| Can you feel it? It's approaching now. | |
| Your body without response can only embrace the silence. | |
| The monoliths are illuminated under the thin moonlight, | |
| the prayers were flooding the temple, | |
| already can't feel the breeze of the night yet. | |
| You will not feel the roar of the storm in your skin, | |
| the heart doesn't remember the call of the battle. | |
| Time and the space, they are stuck in sounds of cataclysm. You initiate your way beyond. | |
| The path of the times appears before you. | |
| Everything you know gets lost, | |
| a star leads you to Heleim's Throne, | |
| the trumpets now acclaim your arrival across the gates. | |
| Length is the path that governs your way, darkness covers your soul | |
| the shades of the spirits that have always been inside you. | |
| Everything kneels down before you, | |
| your brands are distinctive of nobility. | |
| The empires yield under your absolute might. | |
| Your inside, nobody knows about you. | |
| Cold like the steel that you clutch, | |
| your hands are stained with blood and now you prepare yourself for the glory. | |
| Length is the path that governs your way, darkness covers your soul | |
| the shades of the spirits that have always been inside you. | |
| The monoliths will continue being illuminated by the moonlight, the prayers were resting in the temple. | |
| And your essence will be part of the roar of the storm |