Grant, or dragon that dwells in each one,
Inspiration world of the beyond that always is, is so strong that it
to awaken the spirits to the sacred, and the
feats of what in me is more than mere body.
Yes I can remember,
in the place where it is not the time or space,
the old deeds and old people, the beautiful and warlike land
saturnia,
Where God and hell, heroes and men lived together imperishable.
the bottom of every spirit, they still reap emotions
Remembering the dream, even if mere, lives today,
The ancient heritage of divine descent,
Rejecting the cruel fate of abandonment and oblivion.
It tells the story of each,
And even dream of fantasies and delusions,
the seed that comes true in the depths of On the few still
Hero, waiting to be nurtured and developed. It is
saturnia history of those who still want to fight,
To win the ultimate prize of eternal rather Sofia,
Practice if mundane, immortal glory when he can,
For the right way, go beyond the walls of quest'effimera existence.
There is no illusion about who rules himself but power
descend as prey for those who leave, on himself and his own, the cruel
Imperivm of divine origin,
Supreme black force that transcends death and every life.
Sons of the Wolf and Sons of Fire, Future
bearers of endless armies,
Those who control the underworld forces of the Beast,
And those heavenly eagle, are sacred to all tribes.
Yes that no one dares to oppose or issuing orders,
Ché men should not order the immortal
To those who, Initiates,
know the mysteries of heaven and earth, darkness and light, and light over darkness, complete in all things.
They evoke the supreme force of the underworld,
ascended with this, purified and fixed, the eternal heavens,
to defy the laws of what is limited,
back to infinity before each spoke dell'Invitto Sun
(Virtus Hesperia)
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