Reduced to ash i felt before this hall was entered. To recreate my spirit drained, silently beholding the monuments. Dim thoughts lay eliminated behind the borders to dead stars. This once appeared as a dream in the ruins of what was called earth; and now, eye to eye with the abyss between these ancient walls i await my death! from beloved skies released a bolt of fire crushes my sphere. Infinite ways of doom pass by, i open my eyes and turn around---the resurrection of a statue is completed after years. The time has come to embrace the beast. My tomb is fading [as] i stare at the early horizon. Burning black towers are stabbing the sky, tormented fouls' screams annihilate my ears. Never again will i behold these silent monuments again. Now guided by the beast beyond the towers' ruins, to the abstract landscape where ultimate death prevails. |
