The wind, a blast of despair is enough to distract me.
My glance is attracted by the flame of your doomed
candle, whose black light brings remembrances that
dazed me for centuries.

Through the window, in my decadent empire, a world
of debris approaches me like an executioner offended by
humiliation.
A sudden anguish takes my soul, by my hate is strong, as like my obstination is.

The dawn arrives in darkness once again, with the dawn
the legion arrives again, and once more the horizon is
invaded by the perpetuation of terror and war.

My anguish surrenders the wanderer spirit;
I know I shall never rest.
The day turns into a never-ending night, and graveless
demons turns the cold dimension into a great arson.

In these debris I will ever see the other side of this soul,
who wanders lost through the ruins.
Memory shall be the spectrum's eternal torment
Thou hast brought to this world worst nightmare
And in it we enjoy... thy omen is now reality
Though I know thou hast brought even in my sorrow
Forever wilt I am in thy disgraced petrified dark heart.

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