Through dense smoke
Hovering with the strenght of the wind
I glance at the shadow, were my memory
Finds a distant vision, a blurred picture of the world,
Where the mankind lost their capability

And came the time when a stormy
Proclaimed his coming
Like a bloodshot chaos
Sublmerging from the blackest abyss of the universe
Like a blasphemous fist, crushing incunceivable mercy

Waiting for the death of the blind faith
Turn into ashes
(It was their real destiny)
When a dull roar tore the earth apart
Abysmal precipice swallowed
The hated temple of the false god

Smokes veiled the sky...

Stillness... Piles of corpses on the emptied square
Only moans and swearing are heard
I heard, hovering above my head, not far away from
The endless landscape of death
Triumphial laughter of the mighty one