The same flesh who feeds

Could steal your dreams, bury your mind

And when planted the fulmoon seeds

What immanates light will fall in the shades

That one who inspires confidence

Will betray it!

Those who rest beneath my arms

Will know what I know

Will feel what I feel

But not more than this, therefore

A tyrant It's of itself from itself!

You will take my name in its mouth,

will propagate my pack of hounds!

Surrounded by great mountains

Yelping in your longest honour!