A hundred nights
In darkness
Not knowing the truth,
A living memory has slept in me
For a hundred centuries.
A view of distress's new dreams
Of foreign visages
Of greedy words
It's impossible to survive
The whip of a bitter life is sweet.
The pain in me is a crow's cry
Bound by the chain of power.
We view another's sin
A prayer is heavy in the soul
We are childen of those
That left, not finishing the battle.
By the way of ancient souls
Indeed embody your force
Before darkness the light is mighty
In darkness, behold the Luminary!
Rise hero, throw down the gold
The bright soul is filled by it,
Return to your native temple,
Rise out of deep slumber!
Where are you now, freedom - free?
It's impossible to reach you by a flaming hand,
You flew away like a wounded bird,
Don't leave me, return home!
We are shades of oblivion's epoch
In darkness awaiting revival
Facing the sun, reaching into the sky,
I am a child of my Land!
By the force of Rod in a bright visage,
I'll let you know that we are alive!
Fallen heros are alive
In the bright form of sons,
We shall rise among the vanquished
Foreign visages,
Greedy words.
Behold now, freedom, my pain,
In a mirror of dew - that is my grief,
Red tears at the sunset of twilights,
Time to go, not to change the rules.
We will never vanish
In essence throughout the years
We will be alive in the land!
The trail of war will never let us run
Into the darkness
We will never be
Taken prisoner in our own land,
Never!
We will never leave...
Throughout the years.
Never!!!