When the darkness comes, he shall awake
And in his depravity all shall partake
Spreading across the land a thickening shadow
The world is his and to this he will vow
Death pestilence and disease
All of these are his expertise
The shadows lengthen and stretch across the wall
He comes to everyone he takes them all
The morning comes his time is done
His work is not over for it has just begun
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem