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("And men, drunk of vanity, will know the day in which proud admire their own extinction.")

...and I could before the temples falling down

It's old monoliths in ruins

Their flags burning in a blackened sky

Blue rivers now run red and the burned turf looks back

The gloomy moorland a perfect dead landscape

A deserted earth, mired in dark

On the battlefield the corpses rot

The lightings illuminate the sky and the crows eat their dying meat

They remaining as torn flesh

In the wild and arid Earth there is no glory for the dead