From the ages of Bethlehem in the Sands of Times.
Battling Egyptian Pharoahs till the sky turns red.
Tormenting evil spiritual forces while reincarnating Noah's Ark in the state of Liquid.
Facing baptism when fire generates from oceans forming a hazardous hyacinth extraterrestrial flower mechanism.
Extending the Army of Souls(xas) seen in the Book of John the Prophet of all Times like the Man of All Seasons, coldblooded killing without valid Reasons.
Watching the Hand that tore the Veil leading to the Holy of Holiness purging your consciousness.
Oh My God, Glory to your Mercifulness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice one, , , don't you think so?