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This virulent landscape awaits me tonight
Though silent as stone I sense cold restraint
A venomous fury lies low in the calm
But I sense it from the soil to the leaves to the clouds…

This tense atmosphere takes possession of me
The trees look upon me like ghosts of the fallen
It's almost like the wind seems to whisper to me
But these words are not of joy, but of sorrow, grief and death…

‘Luceat eis' (Shine upon them…)

‘And the charge will be high treason!' screams the wind
‘Our once strong alliance was torn to pieces!'
‘Concrete and sawing-machines raped the earth!'
Ashamed and dismayed I fall down to the ground…

Shattered, shattered…
By this vision of doom
I'm begging for mercy under the sullen gleam of the moon
Bitter, bitter…
The livid wind cuts the soul
The wounds will not heal, yet the bell of death will toll…

As stormclouds fill the sky
I do not shed one tear
The end is here…

The heavens are torn to pieces - a rain of fire descends
The dawn of the end has arrived: we will not transcend!
The final signs of human life, in horror fleeing away
Stricken by lightning, their screams of death, there will never be a new day…

‘Luceat eis'

Devour me! Spit my pulverized bones out:
The seed that will nourish the soil beneath this wasteland!
Ya-Te-Veo…

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