Let them roar in their darkest rage
Let them mourn in their bitter hated lies
Foam as the tale point monsters in Niel
as he rise above these columns of hate
Beyond the rage abound fate as truth
What then can yesterday be remembered for?
Tell them eros saw their hairy scalps
Lust made a pack with youthful flesh
Sin had her way and rode on their lust
Now rotten in this crimson lake of flames
Mercy left to seek shelter in the throne
When shall this end comes to fated end?
Believe His prophets when the sing
these songs louder than trumpet voice of hope
Now they dies as though they never lived
Like two-sided coin fate was toss
to match their ends in brim of fairy throne
Hope made it to the other side of the throne
where both deceived and deceiver
received their handsome jug of fate
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem