In the genesis of cosmos
The prophecies of the galaxies arose
And the gods were born from them
To fulfill the mission of the northern sun

In a world of darkness, blood and tears
The Ayarhiem brothers gave their souls
To create the empire of the sun
Innocent beings mutilated by treason
Tantarica immersed in waters

Ayar tawar crossing the mountains searching for salvation
His brothers Ayar Kithwa
Ayar Narak, Rauta, Ayar Tano
Winged gods

Inheritors of the rising sun
Will return the balance to the cosmos
Fulfilling the plan of the constellations