Now I have become death, the destroyer of worlds.
In the fire will the human spirit burn.
In the synthesis of the dividing insanity of the world the massive deadly fugue will destroy every piece of space and time.
Rise gods.
And watch the symphonies that you’ve created.
Run, run poor girl.
While death plays it’s sonata on the violin of yours.
Watch gods
The way you destroy the creation.
Run run poor girl.
Where is the forest down those hills.
Maybe there you could hide from the sorrow and tragedy.
While death plays its sonata on the violin of yours.
But look, there’s a flame dancing on your coat.
O poor girl.
Dying in the fires on those divine hills.
Do you see (gods)!?
The death of yours creation in flames?
Soon you will be captured by that fire.
And In the synthesis of the dividing insanity of the world.
Will the massive deadly fugue destroy every piece of space and time.
Rise gods.
And watch the symphonies that you have created.
Look.
Death is playing it’s sonata on the violin of yours.
Rise Death.
In the flames of yours rise.
And destroy the blinding ray of the god’s fame.
Death.
I can feel it.
The revelation of the god’s creation is coming.
I can see it on the red horizon.
It stares deep into my soul.
Fight.
Before the death starts to play it’s violin sonata on the head of yours.
Fight.
Before it destroys everything you love.
You have loved, and will love.
Forever, with the eternity.
Will the flames manifest themselves on those divine hills.
Run, run poor girl.
Before the blinding ray will cut the head of yours.
Run, run.
From the divine hills run.
Before death starts to play its violin sonata on the head of yours.
Run.