Remembering our most glorious days Recalling worthy exploits of our lineage After losing and fading our most sacred work, We had paid all the costs, from our falling time There are the days they'll wrest everything of this place, Full of peace and fullness
Days with no light Glory without gratitude
We are the ones who waited 'till the end of time We never asked for another chance in life We should have known that it probably Would be our last opportunity
Hold on, oh god, could you take me? Could you save me? Now it's time to die, To die where our parents resting Despite the pleadings, you'll gag me, But I'll kill you with my tied hands The end has been withdrawn forever
We are the ones who fought against the fire; The fire consuming the last nation of light, The fire is getting across, across our great nation of loss
Now the fire is running like a fluid inside me No one is able to sing the anthem to our ancestors
We should have known that it Probably would be our last opportunity We left the glorious days; now, the wire is around us
We might escape from this tragic place, Helped by the vengeance The present is not what they promised