(Contemplate in the eons of time the more biggest
empire of the universe.)
Rejoice at your misery, as smudges of your imperfect
world, disappear like whispers in the wind.
remain among the passing times, unknowing your brutal
destiny.
And the most powerful realms will fall shamed on our
feet.
Thousand battles, the destiny in his hands,
You can contemplate his perpetual purity, the
brilliance of his challenging look to the infinite
appearing against God's wreath.
To acclaim Ihú x2
Khalá bhu-hu children of Lhot
The masters of the light have met enraged by your
decadence
cold as his look, imperishable Kings.
Behold me, I'm eternal.
I reborn with the power of a storm. Trapped by hatred
and ire
My eyes are empty of harmony, Deep as the abyss.
Sons of the soberness, forged among steel and battles
elected to be the supremacy.
It will born a new tomorrow in which we will be praised
like gods, Remembered among the course of the times
the skies are opened to host us in their protection, we
have been elected by the power of light
(They will never ever be able to understand our power.)