Glory to God who has thought me worthy to finish this work Solomon, I have Outdone you
Primordial breed Scions of the western rubbles Thriving and sailing through their destined path in darker ages Against an heritage born of centuries lost in fire and war The gift of a glorious past that tends to the seeds of domination
Nova Roma Into the endless sky Until thousand years have gone by From a noble expanse she will own our time Dawn of awakening Sculpting the shape of history Walls and oceans shelters the heir of the rising Sun
Collision of worlds Revealed the eternal cycle A cosmic beat in harmony bestowed to the mysteries above The chosen liege has gifted faith with a weld of balance A blissful sacrament that carries a sacred oath
As the fallen rain becomes the rising dew As the dead of night is slowly filled with lights anew I will carry all the gifts of nations born in ageless stones And hold the fall of countless more
