Drained spirits of Nature in the air...
I can see the end of an age, and a new order.
The twilight of the mountains´ lords and druids.
And the fall of the link to the early past.

Candamos, bring us our bright.
Bring us the braveness and strenght,
and weep a first and last time for the race
of the Cantabric moors.

Orgen!
Rise your broken caetrae to the bloody sky.
From Gadir to Portus Victoriae, will hear our howls,
because the wolves of the night have awaken.

Dead in crucifixion,
with war hymns of our fatherland.
Tejo´s envenomed fate.
Succellus will gather us in glory.

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