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Darkness is a cloak

that covers us,

like Ypnos

defeats us every night.

The Temple was erected

with stones of an old Tower

which fell,

that Temple is now in ruins.

Those are the signs: yawns and blood.

Wind can turn aside raindrops,

but they shall always reach the soil

and among the mud corpses rot.

The Pagan race shall always rule

the Ehren race is the Übermensch.

Blood soaks trees, night lights up

through mountains I can smell

one Chistian's blood.

When I come back

from there with my axe

you can only smell

his blood.