Glory to God who has thought me worthy to finish this work
Solomon, I have
Outdone you

Primordial breed
Scions of the western rubbles
Thriving and sailing through their destined path in darker ages
Against an heritage born of centuries lost in fire and war
The gift of a glorious past that tends to the seeds of domination

Nova Roma
Into the endless sky
Until thousand years have gone by
From a noble expanse she will own our time
Dawn of awakening
Sculpting the shape of history
Walls and oceans shelters the heir of the rising Sun

Collision of worlds
Revealed the eternal cycle
A cosmic beat in harmony bestowed to the mysteries above
The chosen liege has gifted faith with a weld of balance
A blissful sacrament that carries a sacred oath

As the fallen rain becomes the rising dew
As the dead of night is slowly filled with lights anew
I will carry all the gifts of nations born in ageless stones
And hold the fall of countless more