This is a song
Of those who drink the Sun from earthen cups
This is a braid
Of flaming hair, dancing
Like a red, blooded torch on a tanned forehead
And of heroes with their bare, copper feet
I too saw those heroes
I too braided this hair
I too walked the bridge that led to the sun
I too drank the sun from earten cups
I too sang this song
Our hearts sped by the earth
We tore open the mouths of golden maned lions
We leaped and mounted stormy winds
From cliffs those eagles that broke off with rocks with their claws
Flapping their wings lit by the light of the stars
The cavalry beating their horses, rearing up with their enflamed knees
There is a raid, a raid to the Sun
We will seize the Sun
The conquest of Sun is close
Those that carry the mourning of their families from home
Like a heavy chain around their necks
Don't fall in with us on our way
Leave us be, those that live in the crust of their hearts
There, in that fire that fell from the Sun
Lives a million red burning hearts
You too, remove from your chest your heart
And throw into this fire that fell from the Sun
Throw your heart by our hearts
There is a raid, a raid to the Sun
We will seize the Sun
The conquest of Sun is close
We are born from the earth, fire, water and iron
Our wives feed the sun to our childs
Our copper beards smell earth
Our happiness is warm, warm like blood
Warm like that moment which is aflame in our youths' hearts
Attaching the end of our stairs to the stars
Stepping on the heads of our dead
We are rising, to the Sun
Those who died, they died fighting
They were buried in the Sun
We don't have the time to mourn them
There is a raid, a raid to the Sun
We will seize the Sun
The conquest of Sun is close
The earth is copper
The sky is copper
Cry out the song of those who drink the Sun
