Necromantic chant sounds so sweet
Agent of qareen on sit
Speaks with tongue of the wild,
Beseech of the death
Shows the power of Macbeth
Contradict to life and hooked with death,
Mausoleum of darkness, fill with hatred.
Atmosphere is blue black
Qareen is on air to hack
The traders spirit of darken soul
Who visit market when the gladiators are unroll
Chameleon has shown his face
To carbon copy the shadow of fierce
It Surprised the mankind when it happens.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem