The north strongest wind

Throw arrows in the high wall

A captive will survive

Free he will revive

From town to town

In the distant sea

He'll bring an army

Of poor and miserable

An earthquake will happen

Thousands will be killed

The big theatre

Filled with a crowd

Will be creaked

Fire in the east

Victory's feast

The hunting eagle

Has landed in the east

The sky is burning

The slaves rebel

The king is dead

A new age revealed

The space is empty

The tyrants laid in earth

The slaves unlock the chains

The first field of the battle