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Heritors of doom
We forgot all the meanings
Looters, jackals we stole
The nectar of gods
Raping all the ideals
They're observing the Beauty
No one is looking at
Where her gaze is turned

No more salty tears
Lonely insipid raindrops
Merely heirs of might
We've lost our own light
Aphrodite is dead
Rest in peace with the dreamers
Those who gave life
To worlds of grace

We're the heirs of beauty and worth
The amazing welkin's leading us forth
Riding in the name of our art
We'll shape it from the dark

Nell'antico cantico, savia e recondita,
si schiude all'ermo franto cuor la verità
Ei tace, ma il petto grida già, nei cieli scaglia il suo ardor

We're the heirs of beauty and worth
The amazing welkin's leading us forth
Riding in the name of our art
We'll shape it from the darkness

We're the humble losers on earth
Who forge the beauty born from our heart
From the unknown the flame of truth
Will blaze upon the whole world

When the holy horns will shine again in our time,
With the right and the might, in the night we'll be bright

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