Gwydion Ofissa (a Terra Das Serpentes)
Receding past their birth
These lands of vast shores
Stood pristine to every man
All but the forgotten ones
Who were these settler's of old?
Of whom ancient Greeks have known
Our prelude was almost lost
The first legacy
People of the serpents
Oestreminis
Land of the ophi
My sweet Ophiussa
Beyond, beware!
Unknown! The void!
An endless ocean
Tomb for daring trespassers
This primordial soil
Fertile, dynamic, in constant turmoil
Unveils a seed
May it develop, grow,
Expanded by ductile bronze
Absorbed, claims by hungry roots
Maintaining this gaunting obsession
A spring of fire looms, spills ignites
Flames of war and dust
The winter of a kingdom
The story yet to unfold
Our story has to unfold
Esta porta transporta a essência;
Do etéreo, ausência da razão...
Para trás: a eterna vespertina
Sombrio, um vulto de nação
Num rasgo, é alcançado o momento
A passagem p'ra outra dimensão
As serpentes carregam seu portento
O despertar d'Ofiússa!
People of the serpents
Oestreminis
Land of the ophi
My sweet Ophiussa
Beyond, beware!
Unknown! The void!
An endless ocean
Tomb for daring trespassers
Your grounds have encompassed
Half of our bloodline source
To the south, we'll gather out
All of what remains
The scripts in Tartassian
Leads to the Cynetes's lore
Or beyond, formation of the serpe real...
People of the serpents
Oestreminis
Land of the ophi
My sweet Ophiussa
Beyond, beware!
Unknown! The void!
An endless ocean
Tomb for daring trespassers
