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And in that day the genocidal wind came

It blew dark clouds and storms over all heads

They'd prayed so much

But it was all for a void

And as heroes were galloping upon black horses

With banners, weapons and torches

They didn't spared any one of them

Warriors shed all of their enemies blood away

All of yakok's altars and temples trampled and ruined

The soil turned red

jehova didn't showed his face

He didn’t came while his shrines were on fire and broken

No cherubs or angels were protecting

Armies marched in straight lines

Leaders with black cloaks

United under the symbol of the Simorq

They drew their swords into the air

Broke the skulls of those greedy ones

The song of Ahriman echoed through the night

This night was the glorious night of all

The night which we got rid out of the degenerate plague

With a force of ten dozen Leviathans

A mighty army raised its banners

Over the land of the ****