Awake my son,
those torments are behind you.
Behold my glory as a gift,
dance on your enemy's grave.
Offer me his severed skull,
untie my leash of death,
forget your blood stained hands
and satisfy all of your desires.
Divinitus victor,
praefer et obdura.
Divinitus victor,
dolor hic tibi proderit.
Yell my name to the skies,
I'll hear you cry.
I'll remember your faith,
I'll remember your strength!
Sleep now my son,
we'll watch on your faith.
Keep this scars in your memory,
for you flesh is a prayer to us.
As I drink from his skull,
and watch you roaming free,
cleansing your hands in tiber
before you take the lead.
Divinitus victor,
praefer et obdura.
Divinitus victor,
dolor hic tibi proderit.
Yell my name to the skies,
I'll hear you cry.
I'll remember your faith,
I'll remember your strength!
Embrace the sacred silence
of an ancient fatal promise.
Take back your reborn destiny,
till you'll be riding in the Elysian fields.