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Only the bright gleams of the sun shown up

In these lands where reigns the tyrant

We are the result of neglect

And for those who ask

For many years there was peace

That for which we do not even dream to live again

And the one that Forethought manifested himself

And he brought us the warm flickering glow of hope

“A new Golden Age shall come,

brighter and better by far than the old!”

And he was generous in soul

But naive for the consequences

Sorrow and fear came unexpected and without pity

For both worms and the Forethought

It became difficult to accept the impotence

It became difficult to accept our already lapidated end