1. ARMIES OF A LUMINOUS

Strong branches bound by one scarlet sap
Rooted in a mysterious and fertile land
We grow, by the echoes of our faithful chants
We fight as one in our quest to reach the haven of the Sun

Powered by the shine of this glorious gaze
We dwell in honor, guarded by a celestial hand
Through the realms of Life and Death, we embrace our destiny
We will not behold the great illusion of time
For we stand among the bodiless who cross the cold river

Born from the ashes of wars
We survived the dark rains of swords and arrows
We survived the soiled and relentless blood streams
For we are protected and blessed by the all-mighty being

We are the heralds of the sun
As incarnated deities, with soldiers' eyes
We protect the vastitude of the old continent

Guided by the echoes of our former existences
The temporal omniscience is our strongest weapon
We are the winds, the breath of the Earth
As a sacred mission, we spread the seeds, for the survival of our land


2. PRIMITIVE TIME REMEMBRANCES

As I walk, alone, in the golden fields
I feel in the wheat ways
The buried footsteps of my forebears

These resemble mines, I have been there before
This path I have to follow, for this path I've once traced

The ghost of my former existence is my guide
It will lead me to my hidden citadel
Whose foundations were built by old bodies bones

Lost in the vastitude of the old continent
Years and years of wanderings in cold forests and sinuous ways
Will I ever find it ?
Where do these echoes come from ?

Every night I see the moon's beams
But my eyes never caught its shape
I can not see through the black clouds
I can not hear through the sad wolves howlings

The ghost of my former existence is my guide
It will lead me to my hidden citadel
Whose foundations were built by old bodies bones

The way is crystal clear, for the secrets of the land resonate in my veins
Here was the source, here is the call
This path I have to follow


3. IN THE BURIAL MOUND

Blood boiling, recovering my name
Coming back to the land, in a new body

There is no death for the honorable


4. YORE RESONATING

In the burial mound, ceremoniously
Alone, but guided by blood
I remember my past memories

In the stone cold labyrinth
On the honorable's steps
To resurrection, I'm circulating in the hall of the fallen ones

I am taking back my former belongings
And by a sacred contact, I recover an ancient knowledge
Deeply buried in a millenary blood

I hear the call
I hear the call
I hear the call of my forebears

Blood boiling, recovering my name
Coming back to the land in a new body

After the ritual
Out of the mound
From the ancient cave
Where I'm buried and resurrected


5. HERALDS OF THE SUN

Drops of sacred tears lost in the river of time
It is but a stream of conscious sorrow
For our eyes are burnt by the glow of a divine star
Which offered us life in a splendid land
Among the ancient trees, and the honorable's burial haven

As the armies of a luminous eye
As a light in darkness
As a prayer in a silent obscurity
The beams of our faithful chants will dwell, forever, in eternity

We are the heralds of the sun
We sing the beauty of our land
And as incarnated deities, with soldiers' eyes
We engrave this ode to the all-mighty being

We are the heralds of the all-mighty Belus, incarnated on this earth
in the white shining land of snow, illuminated, by the spirit of the ancient ways

We are the heralds of the sun


6. THE DESCENDANT'S REVIVAL

Across the living, vast plains of fertile soil
Across the warm winds, clothed with whispers of gods
I'm walking, searching for my haven

There I desist, stopped by a monument
A gigantic fresco stands before me
It still contains a long past breath
It still whispers the words of my forebears

By this mountain sight
The drops of my tears will feed the seeds
Left by those who once carried my blood
And unfold the secret path

Alone, I enter the realm of the gods
Trusting the memories carved in my soul
I feel at home, in this mysterious maze

Physically, the past is seizing my body
I hear the abyssal call and my past self reaching me out

Surrounded by the ghosts of yore
I hear their breath, their deeds and souls
I see their shadows, casted by our common Sun

I can not go any further
The door is locked, and a key is needed
There is one soul, for one body
And no body can swim across the river of time

A key is hidden in the eternal sleep
As night cloaks the world in impenetrable darkness, I enter this journey
The Star was revealed in obscurity
I'm seizing it by my last breath

My eyelids rise up heavily
I'm sitting by a warm and peaceful fire
My forebears no longer whisper, for they stand by my side.