Thousand decades in vain. (Again) they strive for final completion. Forgotten are the fast sins. And the perfect creation calls. . What will the wind bring these days?.
After the battle is over. And the sands drunken the blood. All what there remains. Is the bitterness of delusion. . The immortality of the gods. Sits at their side.
Yeah, hey. See the portal, the gate of madness. Locked forever in a veil of shame. . Deny extraction, thirst for disgrace. Watch his [Incomprehensible], the emperor's killed.