گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Our gods are gone,
New ones were born
Just images left,
Faith was stolen
-"the grandness of our kind
Lead us to conquer you,
In order to arise"-
Forged as their will,
Last drops of rain,
Our soul's last tears
Wrath of tlaloc, unleashed.
(chorus)
Then by sunrise, the ancient rites, a sin,
By dawn, a new temple to build
With the shine of the stars,
The future seemed unclear for us
All that once was precious,
Now it's all forbidden,
- "obey, sinners from dark lands
Embrace your decay,
Bury your past"-
All that once was beautiful
Is now turned into ruins
After hundreds of years,
And for more to come,
Wrath of huitzilopochtli is released
(chorus)
