Spirits, dressed in Autumn skiesAre dancing, to a withering SerenadeSolemn… Sanguine…Funera, your Semen is growingPlague, the Paragon destructionSuffering… Arrives…Written, poetry drawn in BloodAlas, they still prayBlood… Poem…Like the Maiden ghost of NightSeeks the Phantom of her sinsMars sets towards wrathAnd pours Chaos from his path »Deathgod hear my criesThou who art of vengeanceGrant a thorn for every tearAnd turn the oceans red »And the flames devour heavensScattered like a thousand brokenMirrors…The time retreats to annu dazumalLeaving the essence of a cemeteryBloom…