| All empires fell with crafts that seemed eternal |
| Silent testimonies of permanent elapse |
| Some walls shattered by adverse mights |
| Some mounts imperceptibly festered into dust |
| The time avoids depicting the line |
| It journeys incessantly over interfering circles |
| None spirit enfolds its flowing |
| Due to immense radius spread |
| A glance aback reveals |
| It brought us into aeon ghastly plain |
| The verge of timely dimension |
| A gallery of overpast lords |
| That left in fulminatory roar |
| Or departed in dismal groans |
| Environed by world order |
| Of inverted power’s hierarchy |
| The odds obliterated between eulogy and disgrace |
| Dwelling in the oblivious void |
| Yet shall we recover the strength |
| To re-establish the exact image |
| And put it into the recent frame |
| Mouldered is the principle of kingdom lost |
| pride and honor they attempted to bury |
| Will disengage form damnation claws |
| And recrucify the pitiful idols |
| To let the streams of hatred efface the sacrosanct offal |
| Each empire must fall thus I behold the arisen |
| From behind the nearest void’s bend |
| The splendour once fallen… |