Night does not give birth to dawn -
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Only the heat of molten stars,
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Leaving orbits, planets perish,
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Chaos reigns everywhere
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In the sky, a riot of flames -
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There beats the power of hell against the army of light.
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The bitterness of smoke will bring
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The smell of sulfur and incense
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Halley rushes in an ominous radiance,
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Time will stop its flight
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In the realms of mysteries unsolved
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At the hour of the battle between the great Peacekeeper and the Serpent.
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The fallen take revenge on the all-good -
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There are no number of legions of darkness,
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The eyes of the demons radiate contempt.
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Everyone who is called a saint
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Whose wings are the white breath of winter,
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Will lose immortality, crucified by wild malice.
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Where the archangel rested
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The sky is covered with blood,
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There the fruit of destruction ripened in space.
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Where the demon fell without strength -
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Burned the fire of a pile of dead bodies,
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The essence of light and shadow is erased forever there.
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With this fight, all living things are bold without a trace,
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What breathed became ashes in the blink of an eye.
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Having perished in the abyss, neither good nor evil will be resurrected,
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There is no Lord - the great darkness, there is no God.
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The bowels are freezing, the deserts are sleeping, the fragments of rocks are sleeping,
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The wind sleeps in the breathless oceans.
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Creepy, black world without a form of eternal darkness embraced
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Icy silence, the dream of death. |