SYLAFYRA: Pankration


As the rise of the new sun makes you thirsty for more,
keep your sight in the eyes of your foe,
become a vision, a whirlwind of sand, mere dust,
have your feet on the ground steady, strike just!

Again we come full circle and we do what we must,
we will be fervent in spirit, for our coils are rust,
state your name, your strenght then let your blood,
the moment of your death is glorious!

Stand!, grasp!, quake!, the winds of gods surround you!
Fall!, cry!, retaliate with all your might!



If you take your life your soul will weaken,
If I take your life, our souls will adjoin.
If you give your life, our souls will but a moment flicker...
If you take my life, we will sing forever!


Stand!, grasp!, quake!, the winds of gods surround you!
Fall!, cry!, retaliate with all your might!


Forget what you've learned, for it is of no use,
you will feel it all come back to you...
If you falter, you will seep into the sands
and if you are of the gods you will kill with your hands!