| Brasis, incandescent citadel, |
| Brasis, rocked by burning winds. |
| Fountains of fire gushed |
| While passing the city’s gates, |
| The ground was only ashes, |
| The volcanic haze fueled our might. |
| Climb on the throne of fire, |
| Look at the burning horizon! |
| Listen to the hell choir! |
| Climb on the throne of fire, |
| Look at the burning horizon! |
| There draws up the empire! |
| Brasis, former prosperous city, |
| Brasis, a new age dawns. |
| Blood replaced the gold paintings |
| Which garnished your walls, ~ |
| I’ll turn the fire people |
| Into the most valiant warriors. |
| Climb on the throne of fire, |
| Look at the burning horizon! |
| Listen to the hell choir! |
| Climb on the throne of fire, |
| Look at the burning horizon! |
| There draws up the empire! |