Watching those descending dark clouds
Forsee by the beast, I'm standing proud
Reaching for those stars high above
Shining bright, blinding my eyes

I suffered the seven days hunger
Meditation of healing embun pagi
The brightness of the golden fields
Look the sign of the ravens

Those voices so deafening, so cruel
So humid is the winds that blow
Appreciate what have been told
And the sea...

I proceed with my eternal walk
Still those ravens above me
The wind, breezing very much horizontal

Those voices, so weakening, so cruel

Have you heard the tale of the serpent
That infernally awaits the golden throne
Healing me with the supreme glory
And in eternal path shall we meet.