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Summon, my friends
The trumpet has played
Through all the corners of the earth
To relieve you from the illegal torment

Requiem æternam dona eis  
But do not absolve for they did not know
In the womb a creature struggled
With the unknown future from the Moros

His eyes opened to the blinding light
A wave of ecstasy was brought upon that night
The end of time came to be
Rejoice! This is the mass for the bittersweet

Woe! unto you for creating an imperfect imagery
Lead us to the way of the imaginary being
We will walk with our torches
Looting our souls and burning all our memories   

One will lead as a result of his imperfection
Galloping thought the fire we will win
The art of war has just begun
Do no be weary my friend, it will be long

Summon, my friends
The trumpet has played
Through all the corners of the earth
To relieve you from the illegal torment