Quod perditum est, invenietur.
Nici mort, nici al fiintei,
te invoc spirit al trecerii.
Gods, bind him, cast his heart from the evil realm.
Let him know the pain of humanity, gods.
Reach your wizened hands to me. Give me the sword...
Te implor, Doamne; nu ignora aceasta rugaminte.
Lasa orbita sa fie vasul care-i va transporta sufletul la el.
Este scris, aceasta putere este dreptul poporul meu de a conduce.
Reda trupului ce separe omul de animal.
Asa sa fie cu ajutorul acestui magic glob de cristal.
Asa sa fie! Asa sa fie!
Acum! Acum!
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What is lost, return.
Not dead, nor not of the living,
Spirits of the interregnum, I call.
Gods, bind him, cast his heart from the evil realm.
Let him know the pain of humanity, gods.
Reach your wizened hands to me. Give me the sword...
I call on you, Lord; do not ignore this request.
Let this orb be the vessel that will carry his soul to him.
It is written, this power is my people’s right to wield.
Return to the body what separates man from animal.
So shall it be with the help of this magic crystal globe.
So it shall be! So it shall be!
Now! Now!
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