Come my followers
This dying age has passed
Crushed by our fervour
By our minds
Kadash Vanquished
Kadash Benighted
Witness my faithful
The golden gates arise
Rewards of diligence, of our faith
Aeolia transient, newly rooted
Aeolia pious, grounded, flourished
Custodians
Dreaming host
Like Aeneas before me
I have collected the light of blood
Onward to circling suns where spins eternal day
Well gather, we will gather
Onward to blazing suns
To the swan constellation
We’ll gather, we will gather
Aeolia silent, pristine Kingdom
Aeolia empty, vacant sanctuary
Altagracia dominus