Decades passed by, lurking
My shallow grave. Seeing a soul
Be freed of eternity.
Under depths of realizations,
A new form of reign about to begin:
Seraphim arrives. Devils assemble.
Malevolent creations beneath.
Winged beings on high trampling.
Souls of lost adversaries
Announce the Great War as I rise;
Not knowing the Eons I've rested.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem