Let the ancestors gather here
Invocation with a divine totem
In the eternity of the night and its density
In the eternity of the free people of Dréle

The weak mourn, the strong become stronger
Empires take down and take possession from others
The glass eye guarding the statue

The stone that started it all
I'll take a trip until
Until you discover the stars for the second and last time
They don't enlighten me anymore

The drums rumble to the sound of heartbreaking cries
The image of a sobbing angel is distinguished in the dark
God has died