Verdi/Arising Force/Nabucco

Oh, the speaking winds, victorious spirits
If we die, let them feel the pain of it
Feel the red dawn of my arrival
To purify the pain of love on this land

Having the past
Having the people
God senses demons

Wandering, speaking of the day we return
Always hoping for the love of this land

Having the past
Having the day
God senses demons

Oh, the sun's light shines on us
Devoted
In mortality

Oh, the light of God
In the vale of love

Oh, the speaking winds, victorious spirits
Always hoping for the love of this land
The true day will set the soft king free.