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The day will come

When signs and symbols lose their meaning

Man against man shall stand firmly

In the struggle which has a unique end

Not so far

There will be days that will end all

In the wind, an invisible flame

White light that shines one last time

Light so bright that shadows of losing their mark

Magnificent moment after which all stops

Deviations of total scores

Immense killing power

And then… A vacuum silence…



Seventeen winter and autumn will pass

In the cosmic night, will be heard from hunger

Remaining trace of humans will be manifested through plague

A plague in sparkling white…



Not so far

Emerge will be the last generation that will live to see it

In his last and determined attempt to destroy the world

For the third time

It will last longer than ever before

Longer than its predecessors

His world war brothers

Not so long ago

He claimed all

Seventeen years of silence  follows

For seventeen winds of death