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The day will come

When the signs and symbols lose their meaning

Man against man shall stand firmly

In a fight with an unique end

Not so far

Days will come that will end all

In the wind, an invisible flame

White light that shines one last time

Light so bright that’ll make shadows lose their mark

Magnificent moment after which all will stop

Deviations of total score

Immense killing power

And then… A vacuum of silence…



Seventeen winters and autumns will pass

In the cosmic night, it will be heard of hunger

Remaining trace of humans will manifest through plague

A plague in sparkling white…



Not so far

The last generation who will live to see it will emerge

In it’s last and determined attempt to destroy the world

For the third time

It will last longer than ever before

Longer than its predecessors

Its world war brothers

Not so long ago

It claimed all

Seventeen years of silence  followed

For seventeen winds of death