He wanted, he said and he built/ his voice lies with his body/ but his words/ will remain immortal/ if I defend them// The fear of the gods/ he raised from the ground/ Respect and Greatness/ they are solid like the columns of that temple/ which expresses his loyalty/ and the pride of having lived// But now is his light perhaps darkening?/ Is someone extinguishing his hot flame?/ is it time to take the weapons/ pro aeterna Paganitate// I returned to the door of the temple/ to feel his breath strangled/ by a hand neither human nor divine/ for whom life is only a short journey/ without destination and without purpose/ made only for die// I will gather my soldiers/ and bring you back to life/ I will be as strong as the rock of your site/ and cement of your tradition// And we Eagles will fly towards the Sun/ We will kill the serpents of darkness/ on the ground neither human nor divine/ on the Earth of our infirmity.//