The Incandescent March - Regarde Les Hommes Tomber

This reign must end right now

How can we still stare at the stars

How can we listen to the sun

My friends, my men, till the end

Our luminous gladius swords will be our words

The cry of the broken wings

The crack of the burning skins

To the ones who were once slaves

Thou shall kill them and dig their graves

I swear I’ll rise again

Lucifer in this very war

The parade of the dancing flames

The revenge of the fallen star

I swear I’ll rise again

Lucifer in this very war

The parade of the dancing flames

The laughable dimension of such a tragedy

The miserable scum that erodes the rock of destiny

(These woods will burn from a blaze

Which lives in the heart of a thousand eyes)

We’ll tread upon this mountain

From this place we call Inferno

The primitive philosophy of a tyrannic group of cowards

Will never rule on this pure and fragile place we call earth

The time of slavery must end right now

This time of tyranny must be the last

We will crush the weaver, he will taste the bitter

And on this unreachable fortress we call Heaven

He will taste the anger of the gods we are

We will sit on this throne

And the fallen god, the exiled one

Will rest in a place we call Inferno

We will sit on this throne

We will sit on this throne

We will sit on this throne

We will sit on this throne