The Sanctuary

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