Under the shelter of time
Hidden in our roots
Children of the wind and the sun
In the sky their name is written
They manifest in the universal illusion
They manifest in the illusion
Over the paintings of creation
It marks the disappearance of that star
Where the letters take meaning
Prostrated prostrated in their black circle
In their black black circle
With the serpent that spreads its white wings
Over the paintings of creation
It marks the disappearance
With the bipartition of the ancient legion
It is now when the true light will reveal
With its immense strength the way back
Where the alternate reality will shine and will start again