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So he is back now, waiting for two thousand years

he once was a victim for people´s sins

sad and miserable he walks on through the world

his own reincarnation he never wished

The reddish moon, blood instead of water in river

beds, where the sun showed his clear face

spreads the ice it´s cold pernicious claws

ohly the sign is waiting for it´s time

the time is coming near, the hall of souls yawns

it´s emptiness, misery opens it´s insatiable throat

How many worlds have already disappeared

in it´s entrails, it shows it self ohly once,

irrevocably absorbs everything - everything

Whatever is born, is born dead, the hall of souls

is empty, it can´t be filled anymore

in spite of all the signs they trespassed

more and more, they were disobedient of all

the warnings

in spite of all the signs, seven times showing

themselves, they weren´t careful of anything

dazzled with the pride, their time, is over

Only the fire rain, brooks of blood

accompany the steps, the last on earth

only the fire rain, furious disasters

The torch of revenge he gripes firmly in his hands

apocalypse is beginning