My reflection is wiped out
And now I see with my new eyes
The stolen pieces of works

Unfinished by nature
And I feel
The last morrow grows

Heaven's realm will fall
And darkness
Everything I met not only before me

And around me, in me everywhere opacity
Eternity is untouched perfection
Emergence of edifices from left directions

An early day my face in the last day
Before figures upon the cosmic picture
Now the gentle palm of the ardor is opening

Burnt by religion, raging in its power
Now the road leads to the regal, arcane,
Calm and cold throne of the universe

Power plated piles of stars
Join the dark realm