What will we look to, when thy prospect is seen through eyes?

What will we look to, when your enemy's word hoard turns to lies?

Why should we out-judge, oh spirits who control our fate?

Send forth your winds, silence the breath of prate

O gods of mere brothers in fratricide

Rise up o demigods, tasteful powers thine fathers begot

Leaders upon your death, of thy sons patricide

By the birth of wine, let our father titans rot

I dance to the rhythm of the spirit, who waxes and wanеs

Cleanse the еarth of its arrogance, with the flood of Enlil's rain

O gods of mere brothers in fratricide

Heavenly bodies guide us, mother earth keeping us array

Leaders Upon thy death, by thy sons fratricide

Carmina non prius audita, bibis nectar vitarum

Less we forget the candlelight wrapped within our flesh

Less we forget, heart of the drum pumping our evil blood fresh