MESSA — 2
In the starless void, when even the winds fall silent, in the hour when the weak tremble, we, warriors of the Sun, rise.
Through the gloom, our light pierces; through fear, our voices thunder. We ignite the flame in your honor, O Father, O Sun!
Let the night turn to day, let darkness waver before the light!
We will not yield, we will not stray — we stand as a fortress, as a sword poised above the foe. Let those who defy you tremble, let them scatter like ash upon the wind.
We call upon you, O Father, O Sun!
Let your might pour forth in this hour, let the primordial noise resound, shaking the air, awakening the ancient rhythm of war and triumph.
Bless us, O Father, lead us, for we march ever forward!