The Sanctuary - Noctem

The inner doors, now are Invoked

Thousands come to the call

The canticles hidden by the moon

The brilliance of Lhot’s figure is reflected

In the vast and golden sacrifice altar

The oil lamps illuminate the antechamber

The prayers resound among the tombs of the death kings

The Sublimated preacher purifies us before the battle

Ia Khalá!

issi-nui Ittataer-tilha

Nak thal-ha thushal shilay…

Thu sehys naght-thalt hag

Anneit hualac hiier

Thag thenk noig assureil

Thu naid saure dit iegt-assureil!

The oil lamps illuminate the antechamber

The prayers resound amog the tombs of the death kings

The Sublimated preacher purifies us before the battle

He shakes our souls with his sermon

No piety, no truce only to annihilate the enemies