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I have taken the torch, enforcing the Mirror of Destiny With the fear of the Fallen Ones, with Black Eyes of Mournful Blood Yes, Decimate and Reconstruct Apocalypse of inner War, in this soil of dried bloodpaths Through the tongues of the giants My Scepter has spoken, and if I feel the future I see the Final Victory, but in the end nobody has Won... Decimate, Reconstruct... And as the lights go black, and the feeble scream in fear, sorrow... I tell the whole valley that my hammer has become the ruler... Misfortune for the perished ones, (because) I have manifested my intervention... From Letras Mania