Masters are descending from the ancient oligarchs
Came into the new world on the winds of time
Brought the hordes of minions and the ancient set of rites
Keeping the ancestral right
From the ancient times
And the far of lands
Came the sign of broken hand
All is the same only kings are different
Spirits remain in the darkness
Under the sun where the sands are flowing
There is no hope for the conquered
All is the same
Masters are the ones that will remain
One day the pain will end and our fate will change
Come now and join the fight and face the tyranny