The crimson red of the endless host
covers the old world as a shroud.
Don't be afraid of the flood,
even though everything falls apart in chaos!
A golden one is emerging Path,
a glow in the dark night.
The flock becomes kings
when the self awakens from sleep.
And the sun gate opens,
/>then it dawns, the new time,
an era of crystal,
that frees the lost spirit
In the twilight of the winter night
that has been with us since à onen covers
in the bloodstained mourning forest
an old warrior's sword burns up
The narod system falls screaming,
the age of dark night
solar wind blows away the shroud
and In Mprgentau the new man awakens...

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