By Strength & Honor, I will awake
from this nocturnal paradise.
The fog brings Her embrace
and the hidden ones advance with damned roars.

A spell has broken, the enchantment of light
and the gods of Kelts has risen.
The axes of might surround the lakes
where Anjanas sing a mourning cry.

... From The Moon Fog Kingdome

In silence, awaiting thy Legions.
With sadness in our souls.
But the power of our blood is high.
We can´t forget the roots of the Land, born... by the Anvil of Gods.

Refuse the New Age of impurity.
Lies of this hell called... civilization.
No one can teach us die,
the Lords of War can see us with pride.

Luna pura, el hacha de Candamos...
tierra invicta.
Fuerza y Honor.
Nobleza y Guerra.

By this Pure feeling which I summon Her essence.
I have risen on Lunarian´s prechristian landscapes.
When values were marked by the wolves at fullmoon gatherings,
around the lakes where Anjanas sing a mourning cry.
Que la muerte nos alcance con honor. Orgen!