From the arid soil of my soul In the name of the ancient Korafas The crawling forgotten glory From kings of the wood of Gondwanas But the trumpets shall sound And spearls shall reach them Between ice and eternal fire Many nations, the breed of Mut Were facing the twilight They've heard a lugubrious rumble The roaring wind At no man's land Outshines the naked stone Heavy untouched remains Have dominated the dusk for ages Offering silences drowned in swamps Trapped immense lament Unspeakable distance from its rising Home of the austral ghost Eve of the fall Thou shall enter the halls of power Thou shall enter the halls of of time They were cyclopic living walls That enclosed them A voice from the pleiades have guided them Thy home is not here But beyond the seas There thou shall find Tecum Uman again I invite thou to enter the halls of power I invite thou to enter the halls of time