Ruïm - The Triumph (Of Night & Fire)

Comigo ninguém pode
Mas Eu posso com tudo
Na minha encruzilhada
Eu sou Exu Veludo

"Dar louvor e honra ao mestre da linha esquerda"

By drums and sadistic poetry, a blackened spiral carries the call
From the enraging depths to ascendance
From beyond the halls of your kingship (Minstrels praise the Arts of War)
Enraging - blackened transcendence

Come! Slay to the sound of the trumpets that feed your name
Come!
Swept in black and red, swords everlasting and bright
Unto their throats, unto the pale and the feeble carriers of deceit
Who forever withers under these crimson skies
On a bed of daggers, blackened skulls and wrathful prayers
Come!