Fithos lusec wecos vinosec
Fithos lusec wecos vinosec
Fithos lusec wecos vinosec

Awaken yourselves from sleep, my children.
This is not a cradle.

Awaken yourselves from sleep, fated children.
Sleep does not advance.

Rise up.
Seek in the garden of truth.

Burning with the fires of truth
Sear with flame the darkness of the world.
Burning with the fires of truth
Kindle to ash the evil of the spirit.

Be strong, children,
on that fated day.

Fithos lusec wecos vinosec
Fithos lusec wecos vinosec
Fithos lusec wecos vinosec
Fithos lusec wecos vinosec