the oldman preserves
icons of the war to remember
the young man holds
both the shield and the sword
he makes them draw
while oldmen give a desperate howl
staring straight to the eye of thier reflection
a young man conquers the world
smashing the skulls with no question
He is seeking for blood
and himself spills its floods
To the temples he comes
To refute their amount
In the chaos beyond bonds
The truth is to be born
On the wreckage of the guilt
He is sure that he will build
a new and free world;
Carthige must be destroyed
when the goddess of destruction
throws the dice and then exult
we hear the call of the darkness
It's time for angels to start to mourn