---

THE LAST CHILD

Which hand will rock this child’s cradle

The child who even before being born

Has his own pain inflicted

The pain of dragging humanity

To the absolute chaos

Sharp throat picked by a sharp canine,

Dark soul, friend of beast and

Emissary of the one hundred names kings

Son ef evil and hatred, bred by wolves

Those which on a winter night

Found you among hay in the sheds of a castle

The castle from where you will impose your reign

Having the world at your feet.

A hay cradle and cold pillars witnessed

Your parents abandon you

Leaving you to stone gargoyles

And a thick dark cloud of ravens

The end of times is scaled with your birth

And when your reign begins the fall of

The empire will be seen

The world of darkness in the sky is coming!!!