El Llanto De Loumiere

In the waters, the son of Al-Zumar swims
His measure was taken after the man
He'll come to the end, and there'll be no prize

By God's will, he was born on a good day
False son of a king, revealed his honor
Bastard stepfather who condemned him...

My son, you will be my successor, conquer
More lands, instill fear
Death to the enemy, subdue the slave
And you will be Lord...

Honor and pride, truth you decide
Vassal of the captive
Honor and pride, truth you decide
Honor and glory to Al-Zurman

Song of the monks, clear my path
Fools and minstrels, sing my song
Let’s pray in the woods asking for remedy
That kingdom of old has died...

Oh God, grant forgiveness
Make Al-Zurman cease the terror
Free the servants from their possession
The eternal music has died

God, by your mercy, do not blame
The men
Kindness and mercy we plead in your name

I still remember that day, exiled to a
Land of never-ending
I was raised in the mountains by the priests
To their will
The voice of the people breaks in calvaries and
Cries asking for mercy
My mission was near, I felt that soon
The hour would come

Uviar... Free Lumbre... Raise
Do not feel his honor
He does wrong by his measure

Thank my brothers for leaving the
Convent days ago
They knew I would return with good news
Bringing peace
The creatures of the forest and the troubadours
Will aid me
I longed for the moment, my desires behold
Hatred for Al-Zurman

I enter the king's domain, and after
Great effort, I manage to stand before his eyes

Loumiere!!!! Son!!!!

I am not your son, Al-Zurman, you are a false
Prophet, and I come to swear
That I will fight until I win...

You saw, lord, you cannot
Humility has won, integrate minstrels
I challenge your honor, free the men
I will strike my albogon, and praise will sound