The Majestic Atuahualpa past slept in his supreme Kingidom
Contemplating the golden light that the sun irradiated
And in the Empire built between the stones in this misty plateau
Pachaculec rises to the meeting of the solar kingdom
The Incam emperor, the ancient dream in the endless nights, with the shiny gates wide open before this monument vision.
Endless windows fly over eternal flames, this wall wich endless cross the immensity of the great Empire
Like Sand covering the green of the mountains, a black unconquerable world.
Condors fly over the throne of the ancestral inca.
Oh! Inti! Sacred and golden language.
Light up the ruins of the Moon temple
Key to the Chincasuyu to north. Key to the Contusuyu to the west. Key to the Antisuyu to the east Key to the Collasuyu to the south.
The language points out the ornaments and the pyramids built in moche Effig in the nocturne calts
Hills and valleys guard the sleep of the south emperor, the receiver of the great treasure of the lost kingdom of the Chimor...
An instant in the world of the forgotten eras, the great warriors runs among the debries of the ruins...
In hours it will be turned to dustfiery landscapes never to be seen again after the fall of the Emperor of the south
And the splendid city of monolith towers, unusual opulence, secular niches, the kingdom of the thin b***** atmosphere
The black sun hides towards the zenith, through the golden camera I see... The fall black winds
bringing the prophesized ones
Cataclysm and beings wearing Tumi are seeing walking in the hills, the fields lightened by the
primordial stars
are being used...
And the plains don't keep the millenary silence
My funeral ritual envelops this vision and I seek the art to reveal it to the sons of this race
in this misty valley
The son of the south, son of the sun used to fight
The echo sounds in the mountains of the Andes, the hiss breaks the sacred silence
I see shadows of the past in these sacred lands, invading the city of god
The voice of Manko Capac sounds and his vociferations bring the fast winds wich claim revenge!
And the trumpets in the face of the sun reveals the catastrophe
Eras disapear like hyroglyphs....
Symbols destroyed by time
The voice reappered in the great kingdom
The pyramid of Kalasaysaya shook, then came the prophesied apocalypse and the king empire of the
sun went to the fortifications of the mountains of the moon
The flutes became mute forever
The knowledge illuminated the reminiscing inca
Rivers of b*****, scary awakening invade the ruins
Gigantic gods wave with passion
Inti, Lord of the sun, awaits for them in this shiny kingdom.
Contemplating the golden light that the sun irradiated
And in the Empire built between the stones in this misty plateau
Pachaculec rises to the meeting of the solar kingdom
The Incam emperor, the ancient dream in the endless nights, with the shiny gates wide open before this monument vision.
Endless windows fly over eternal flames, this wall wich endless cross the immensity of the great Empire
Like Sand covering the green of the mountains, a black unconquerable world.
Condors fly over the throne of the ancestral inca.
Oh! Inti! Sacred and golden language.
Light up the ruins of the Moon temple
Key to the Chincasuyu to north. Key to the Contusuyu to the west. Key to the Antisuyu to the east Key to the Collasuyu to the south.
The language points out the ornaments and the pyramids built in moche Effig in the nocturne calts
Hills and valleys guard the sleep of the south emperor, the receiver of the great treasure of the lost kingdom of the Chimor...
An instant in the world of the forgotten eras, the great warriors runs among the debries of the ruins...
In hours it will be turned to dustfiery landscapes never to be seen again after the fall of the Emperor of the south
And the splendid city of monolith towers, unusual opulence, secular niches, the kingdom of the thin b***** atmosphere
The black sun hides towards the zenith, through the golden camera I see... The fall black winds
bringing the prophesized ones
Cataclysm and beings wearing Tumi are seeing walking in the hills, the fields lightened by the
primordial stars
are being used...
And the plains don't keep the millenary silence
My funeral ritual envelops this vision and I seek the art to reveal it to the sons of this race
in this misty valley
The son of the south, son of the sun used to fight
The echo sounds in the mountains of the Andes, the hiss breaks the sacred silence
I see shadows of the past in these sacred lands, invading the city of god
The voice of Manko Capac sounds and his vociferations bring the fast winds wich claim revenge!
And the trumpets in the face of the sun reveals the catastrophe
Eras disapear like hyroglyphs....
Symbols destroyed by time
The voice reappered in the great kingdom
The pyramid of Kalasaysaya shook, then came the prophesied apocalypse and the king empire of the
sun went to the fortifications of the mountains of the moon
The flutes became mute forever
The knowledge illuminated the reminiscing inca
Rivers of b*****, scary awakening invade the ruins
Gigantic gods wave with passion
Inti, Lord of the sun, awaits for them in this shiny kingdom.