4 acessos
Brasis, incandescent citadel,
Brasis, rocked by burning winds.
Fountains of fire gushed
While passing the city's gates,
The ground was only ashes,
The volcanic haze fueled our might.
Climb on the throne of fire,
Look at the burning horizon!
Listen to the hell choir!
Climb on the throne of fire,
Look at the burning horizon!
There draws up the empire!
Brasis, former prosperous city,
Brasis, a new age dawns.
Blood replaced the gold paintings
Which garnished your walls, ~
I'll turn the fire people
Into the most valiant warriors.
Climb on the throne of fire,
Look at the burning horizon!
Listen to the hell choir!
Climb on the throne of fire,
Look at the burning horizon!
There draws up the empire!