The Void

When the flame tears up the throat of the earth

The dead raise their hands in the prayer of scream

When the razor blade cuts the white boy

The seas of blood start their symphonies

When the last stat falls

Era of the nameless void will come

When the last human being turns to ashes

Harbinger of the god of nothingness will arise on the gory sky

When the last dead child cries with a gory tear

The bastard's kingdom will fall

When millions of tears run to the kingdom of pain

Scream of the glory will arise above the piles of corpses

When flash of the nuclear triumph arises above the grey heavens

I shall kneel down praising the power of pain

When the last of saints decays on the wooden pole

Thousands of angels from the forgotten nothingness

Will stretch their arms towards the abyss

When the last of the holy books burns on the pile made of black bones

The human's body will become the cloth of history of the eternal pain

Let's praise the pain

Let's praise the tragedies

Let's praise all of what sheds blood of millions

Let's praise all that what tears the soil in the perennial fire

Let's praise the extermination

Let's praise the nothingness, because there is meaning of death

Restoration, decay, void