Herald The Lightning

Lay waste the earth on winged steed

Exterminate in their thousands those thieves

All those who dared to dress as kings

And wear the raiment of mastery

Tenth and final avatara, who will set the bounds of cosmos

Great striding blood-avenger of the cleansing storm

That sets ablaze horizons, entombing Age of Iron

To sire those God-kings who will live a thousand years

Lay waste the earth under steel hooves

Quelling underfoot whom it behoved

To sing the paeans of false parity

Assuming praise for an order of nullity

To those who will fall like gold leaves

Heralds constituting the book of New Dawn

Whose chapters may be written

But yet whose blood will be the ink

Exterminate all those bodies of men

Who bear the name and designation of king

Eradicate him wedded to hunger

For soon his name will be ashes

Extirpate those upon whose faces

The fumes of vice are ever manifest

Inhume those who left abandoned

Their only worth when they forsook their servitude

Who fire brings, and ushers in the new age

And crushes earth with the great stamp of his heel

Who winter brings, to purify the whole earth

From all those by indolence swollen

Who cleanses both of the world halves by truth

Inaugurate the sons of gods on earth

Blood revenge, to slay the wolf unleashed

Which bit the hand of the August God of order