The Incandescent March

This reign must end right now How can we still stare at the stars How can we listen to the sun My friends, my men, till the end Our luminous gladius swords will be our words The cry of the broken wings The crack of the burning skins To the ones who were once slaves Thou shall kill them and dig their graves I swear I'll rise again Lucifer in this very war The parade of the dancing flames The revenge of the fallen star I swear I'll rise again Lucifer in this very war The parade of the dancing flames The laughable dimension of such a tragedy The miserable scum that erodes the rock of destiny (These woods will burn from a blaze Which lives in the heart of a thousand eyes) We'll tread upon this mountain From this place we call Inferno The primitive philosophy of a tyrannic group of cowards Will never rule on this pure and fragile place we call earth The time of slavery must end right now This time of tyranny must be the last We will crush the weaver, he will taste the bitter And on this unreachable fortress we call Heaven He will taste the anger of the gods we are We will sit on this throne And the fallen god, the exiled one Will rest in a place we call Inferno We will sit on this throne We will sit on this throne We will sit on this throne We will sit on this throne