On the horizons of the earnest seas,
I witness the dawn of sombre faith.
The blood flowing in the empty rivulets ,
The arsons of the innocents all over the place,
The razings of the consecrate edifices,
And even the holy writ not spared.
The prophecies , the dark predictions,
I remember in this darkest hour of night.
The arsenal of this sombre faith,
The doom , the filth, the grimes,
Would try to soveriegn this ancient land,
And embalm the corpses of mankind.
The broken villas tainted with blood ,
And the groans of the foiled midgets,
The gnarled trunks of the trees falling apart,
And the wings of birds deeply shattered,
I witness the reminiscent night,
Where the mankind falls prey to this sombre faith.
The morbid day of apocalypse has descend,
And I am here to witness the turbulent end,
Mockingly with all the obsequy he tried to supress,
The existence of mankind on this earth,
The macabre these solitary eyes have witnessed,
Truly satiated this sombre faith.