When stars began to fall,
the Earth will shatter, for the nights will call,
as the hour begans to past,
the story will cease for all that hath last.
As fire will walk the earth,
The savior will return to quench his thirst,
for it is the choosen of hours and rider that will thief,
his coming will shame the world so brief,
without a sound,
as the trampling of thunder will beat the ground.
As the existence of man will wish to be found.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem