Spirits, dressed in Autumn skies Are dancing, to a withering Serenade Solemn... Sanguine... Funera, your Semen is growing Plague, the Paragon destruction Suffering... Arrives... Written, poetry drawn in Blood Alas, they still pray Blood... Poem... Like the Maiden ghost of Night Seeks the Phantom of her sins Mars sets towards wrath And pours Chaos from his path "d**hgod hear my cries Thou who art of vengeance Grant a thorn for every tear And turn the oceans red" And the flames devour heavens Scattered like a thousand broken Mirrors... The time retreats to annu dazumal Leaving the essence of a cemetery Bloom...