ked sa dviha sedy popol
rozorvana zem zacne sa triast
rozprestrie kridla posledny orol
posledny strom sa snazi vrast
mohutnym vykrikom praska cierna skala
davna moc vystupi na povrch
pod tazkymi okovami zavadne blaho
nekonecny vykrik putuje vrchmi
nejasny obraz prastareho mytu
priepast vekov zlobou prekvita
mohutnym vykrikom praska cierna skala
davna moc vystupi na povrch
kolo vekov lame pyche kosti
konci sa doba bez boja
ohnom, krvou dalsi vek krsti
az nasa odplata rany zahoji
bol a bude tento kolobeh
nech v nas ostane tato spomienka
nech mytus sa stane pravdou
nech mytus sa stane skutkom
Translation: The Circulation of Ages
when the grey ashes rises
the ripped earth begins to tremble
the last eagle spreads his wins
the last three tryies to grow
with a mighty roar cracks the black rock
the ancient power rises on the surface
under heavy shackles fades joy
the endless scream travels trough the mountains
the blury picture of an ancient myth
the abyss of times blooms with evil
with a mighty roar cracks the black rock
the ancient power rises on the surface
the wheel of times breaks pride's bones
the age without war ends
with fire and blood baptizes
the next age when our revenge will heal the wounds
was and will be this circulation
let this memory remain from you
let the myth stay true
let the myth become real
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