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What is the change

That we could await

In the sea of hatred

With muddy waves,

Among grey destroyed

Shattered walls

Among yelling void

Of remorse?

Once the skies will collapse

At our emptied lands,

fearful era will finish the line

In the chaos of burning hands.

All mountains shall wind into dust.

All cities will ruin in the void.

And angry oceans will boil.

The spine of the terra will coil.

Infinite smoke

Will cover the skies,

And all of us stare

At vanishing lines.

All the water will suddenly burn,

The sandsea will instantly boil,

We blindly missed final warn

Which torn the old skylines off.

Maybe one day the vial of life

Will cover the wasteland with grass.

Forest will grow under rain

From exalted shivering clouds.

The earth will repeat the untold,

The creatures will after appear.

Life will destroy itself many times

Clearing way to begin

In remnants of homes

Generations stand pain

As fire which was

Extinguished by rain

The debris of trouble

Won’t let them arise.

Clouds of the smoke will blind

And curse our eyes.

But our hope hasn’t died,

We tried to preserve the remains.

Fearful era has ended the line

Of the chaos in burning hands.

Something will be revived,

And Something is lost in the ages,

Something will be falling down

As ashes on our heads.

Ignited rain

Will cover the land,

And mighty oak grove

Will vanish in flame

All majestic invincible skyline

Is covered with deadly wounds

And rifts at the mountainside

Will soon help us cover the tombs.

Maybe one day the vial of life

Will cover the wasteland with grass.

Forest will grow under rain

From exalted shivering clouds.

The earth will repeat the untold,

The creatures will after appear.

Life will destroy itself many times

Clearing the way to begin

The vial of life

Will cover the wasteland with grass.

Forest will grow under rain

From shivering clouds.

And life will destroy itself many times

Clearing way to begin.