The mountains trembled When the antumnos' doors opened wide The ancient one stepped forth To bring to justice the grim tyrants A withered-skinned old man Divine logos upon him His words alike the arrows in his quiver
We followed him Our ears tethered to the divine tongue The ancient wise of antumnos
On the day of strife Two daughters born in pain To the reign of life Their dawning glory will shine
"Seseroneos! Yerocious giant o tauriscus! you wroth bull Long enough have you trampled over these lands!" A raddled aged man Vanquished the oppressor And reclaimed the lands of the west
Our salvation - our victory
As our lands bloomed again And celtos' children grew Ogmios returned to antumnos To attend gobanno's feast
