In the next world a day will come,
When a beautiful but unhappy being will come,
Her darkness will hide the loving sun.
Some will hide, but other will rejose,
Those who rejose will sing at the top of there lugs.
'She has cone in flames of love.
Now we may rest in peace, our bodys will burn the world will exploed.
But at lest thanks to this girl with her flames of death.
We will meet the goddess nyx in her world of loving darkness.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem