I do not see a world of the living:
Summer will be without flowers
Cows will be without milk
Women without modesty
Men without valour
Conquests without a king
walls of spear-points on every plain
Sad mouths
Forests without mast
Sea without fruit
A multitude of storms
around bare fortresses
Empty their dark buildings
High places cannot endure
A lake has attempted
to flood past a multitude of kingdoms
Welcome to its evil
Howling occupies
every face
Great unbelievable torments
many crimes
Battles waged everywhere
Trust in spiked horses
Many hostile meetings
treacherous princelings
A shroud of sorrows
on old high judgements
False maxims of judges
Every man a betrayer
Every son a brigand.
People will be born without surviving
Evil time
in which the son will derange his father
In which the daughter will derange…The candles burn, the day grows weak,
The time has come for me to speak.
Below the ground, my only claim,
There is no light, only their flame.
I see conceit, I see deceit.
Oblivious souls, to soon defeat.
I summon Death, I summon Thee.
I see the axe, I see the key.
The snake will strike, its foes will fall.
A poison drop, your name to call.
God of Darkness, Prince of Death.
Take their souls, give me their breath.
Stones on stones, beneath the moon,
The gate will break, He is your doom.
The land will burn, He is the torch,
What will remain, nothing but scorch.
He is your Lord, bow to your King.
Pray for forgiveness, is his to bring.
The Serpent King will rise again,
My spell, his glory and your end.