A shining of the burning heaps will brighten the earth
The scent of the burned corpses will tear up the sesnses
Our home will turn into a planet of death
Let’s thank those, who called it the truth
Who is to be punished for the bitter taste of the future?
Who had prepared such great chaos for us?
To whom I have to give a homage?
Is that the paradise? It's world of doom?
In the spell-bound artifact we will find our fate
In the magical sounds let us call the night
Let us create a song in a new name
Let it sound like those times when there was no god
A new name, which Welesh is called
He was always there, but lurks in the darkness
Now the time of change is coming
Now He is the one, who will bring the sign from above
It’s the time for taking over the throne
The one from then, it’s not Him
The throne of the earth is already ours
Raising palms together to the stars,
From where he may come from,
Drawing the sense from the night,
I am calling the ring
Welesh sticks out above the world,
Now He is Us in the ring, now He is our will
Now wisdom is a sword,
Let Him rise upon us,
Let Us create Him even stronger,
And the hatred’s our shield,
Cycle finally ends
The dusk of the cross is the sign
And You're already like a god
And We, those in the ring,
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