The inner doors,now are Invoked
Thousands come to the call.
The canticles hidden by the moon
The brilliance of Lhot's figure is reflected
in the vast and golden sacrifice altar
The oil lamps illuminate the tombs of the dead kings
Sublimated preacher purifies us before the battle
Ia Khala! issi-nui Ittataer-tilha
nak thal-ha thushal shialy...
Thu sehys naght-thalt hag
anneit hualac hiier
thag thenk noig assureil
Thu naid saure dit iegt-assureil!
the oil lamps illuminate the antechamber
The prayers resound amog the tombs of the dead kings
The sublimated preacher purifies us before the battle
He snakes our souls with his sermon
No piety no truce only to annihilate the enemies
- In the Path of Heleim
- Realms in Decay
- The Sanctuary
- The Call of the Oricalco'..
- Across Heracles Toward