The Emptiness, The Guard Of The Sortileges And The Time In Which The Dust Takes The Rites

From here, from this hill. I see
With all the details
The life of the flame that does not go out
The hosts of infamy and solitude
From here, from this hill, I see
The sacred gold of my ancestor
Melt in the pyre of Gallas
The blacksmith of the gods

My vision crosses the mountains
It is clear and crystalline
See what's beyond
It has strenght and omen
My vision crosses the mountains
It is clear and crystalline
See the light stronger
The one that will wake the dead

As the crowned, I sentence, to those who vex
Suffering the pains of empitiness

I heard, from his hill
The sound of thunder echoing
And the clock of the time stops, because
No greater than he survived

I felt, from this hill
All who were without their amulets
Fall, fall down before such a freak
His name was said several times

This book in my hands
Its the same one he wrote
Using my blood
It will remain as your legacy

From here, from this hill, I say
The altars collapse
And silence is made
After the rite

In the desert, the dust took
In the silence of emptiness
All those who were without amulet
And the clock of the time stopped

I am hazred the elder
He who preserved time
But who saw it all collapse
Stop, haunt and take the wind