Unborn with the collapse, A name shall rise in our times Let us tell you the story of a best, Witness is the wind, roaring his myth Forgotten realms and legends, Summoning the elements of memory, We're bound to the same past. As the sky is bright and shows our real kind Gloria to Vanghor the Bastard, Conqueror from the sky to the seas, We are riding the same hatred Carry on! A storm blows the ocean, the ether is mixed with the lava The first man walks and the trumpets could ring But the eye of Calypso is judging the wretched On the basis of our kind Gloria to Vanghor the Bastard, Praise the father of the mistake We are riding the same hatred Carry on! The lady of the seas and winds now flies over the land But the poor king is tied to the Spade, One curse of the price of boldness, One curse for the living men Gloria to Vanghor the Bastard, Your life has to pay its tribute We are riding the same hatred Carry on!