Here comes the end of the age
The great Tale of life's last pages
Devoured by the merciless time
And murals are crumbled to grime

Songs of the past in the skies
They tell the truth
Of glorious days

The time when great golden spires
Shined in the red light of fires
When names of great heroes like thunder
Shout in the dark murky sky

Immortal hero, that's your way of the faith
Battles of honor will be lost in the past
Never forget, it's the Day of your pain
Don't fall to your knees
And you'll see your enemies blood

Cries of ancient horns spread
Throughout the enchanted lands
The bastion of freedom is torn
By legions in darkness we're born

Cries of past in the skies
They tell the truth
Of glorious days

The raven's eye sees battle fires
And those who cry, and those who die

Immortal hero, that's your way of the faith
Battles of honor will be lost in the past
Never forget, it's the Day of your pain
Don't fall to your knees
And you'll see your enemies blood

And a gonfalon of fame will shine again
Will shine again