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See how the djinn magic is reflected in monumental structures
The Stonehenge, the Ziggurats
They are all places of draconic tribunals and demonic rituals
Even in earlier times, primal ancestors of today's Illuminati forged
Zief inside the pyramid of the Kukulcán
With exaggerated bloodlust
The all-destroying plan for the future, now handed down to me in the form of this writing
Now I know what the secret of the enlightened was
Recognise on this day their diabolical plan
They want her to return
An inhuman force with unbridled power, descending upon us
Deadly djinn - strengthened by magic for ages
Nurtured with every murder, every suffering, every war
All that has gone before was but the foreshadowing
To those horrors that now rise from hell
The Cyclops was merely to demonstrate their strength
Reduce the population of the earth by the way
To control the remaining humanity with a vengeance
Pave the way until they come to complete their work
They are Gog and Magog - the death mercenaries
The demon races that are sweeping the world
They are now awakened by this secret society
My candle goes out - the time is now!
Act III - Showdown:I go out, I am barely at the frame of the door
Already I see the city in front of me, covered in smoke.
See how dark creatures play around the facades of the houses
While dull beats pulsate like main arteries
Mystical scenes, a desolate region
Filled with the foulest gloom and furious blows
Of a tempestuous quake, and no, there's no doubt in my mind
No doubt whatsoever: myths are coming to life here!
I feel it in every part of my body
Trees float through the air as if there were no gravity at all
I grab my binoculars
I see the demons coming and I remember my own heartbeat.
They've opened the gates, the gates of hell.
I've just calculated the coordinates of the locations
I know the energy points
Between which a magical portal rips open the atmosphere like a war wound
I know that the end times are upon us
And send the signal for the very last force of humanity to step up
Regardless of religion, origin or status
They throw themselves into battle without awe or fear
For before they submit to the devilish demons
They accept being forced to die
I would die of necessity
But for their fight to stand a chance I must go and destroy a node
And no one will stop me, for
If I fail to cut the energy force field, this world belongs to the shadows
I'm ready for a hero's death
Travel to Jerusalem's Dome of the Rock in a hurry, there springs the world current
A force field in bright red, one of the demons steps out
I go there and strike out with my bare fist
Until he is severely dazed
Then a second blow sends him back through the gate to where he came from.
Ghosts are floating everywhere
But before every fucked-up djinni from the other world gets here I take a battle axe
Strike the ruby glow of the magic node
It explodes with a thousand loveless cries
And the gate is closed
But the last drop of blood in this place has not yet flowed, the killing has not stopped, for
Even if no more demon comes now
All of East Jerusalem resembles an enormous battlefront
The last bastion of humanity defends itself with a fighter's heart
Against an endless superiority on the Temple Mount
On the human side, corpses pile up like mountains
But the enemy henchmen - they don't seem to die
They stream from everywhere like the living dead
Up the slopes in seemingly never-ending waves
Inhuman roar, fighting and raving
Between dream and reality the boundaries are shifted
Above the mountain appears in burning robes
The vision of a man, he shines brightly and has his hands raised
Standing there in the blazing light
Summons the streaming army of hell and watches me with a malevolent gaze
I look up, stare back
Discovering the ruins in its background and knowing which big city it is
Know how far away the place is
So I dare to teleport with the very last bit of energy from the destroyed gate.
And suddenly there's silence
No killing, no dying, no murderous image, no hellish roar
Just the Canary Wharf complex - City of London
Only a single tower among the ruined banks
Of the district is there
Surrounded by beams of magic that entwine around it like poisonous snakes
It flashes like brilliants on the floor at the top
It must be in there - the head of the demons
I walk eastwards, the floor is riddled with cracks
Lava flows underneath, I feel the heat bubbling.
And I go into the bank building, in the air there's the hint of
The smell of sulphur, the stench of rot.
Every corridor lit by black magic
Pulled by the devil's hand, a man leans sighing
With a nonchalant look
Against a wall in the corner in a strange light, Detaches himself from the wall and speaks
Comes close and hisses:
"You've foiled my plan!" - and the wall throws back his voice with a thunderous sound
He says: "You can win the battle, but you can never win my power.
Enjoy the light of day until the night begins!"
And with these words his countenance changes
His noble suit catches fire until it is finally burnt away
Claws suddenly appear where once were his feet
His back breaks open as he sprouts wings there
I see him stare sombrely, then he leaps out the window
The last thing I see is his wings flapping furiously.
He's gone... I see in a shard the vision:
'The battle in Jerusalem goes on, but at last the demons die'.
Act IV - Eden: Many years have passed since the end of the war.
People on earth live together peacefully
You can see how Buddhists, Muslims and Christians
Together rebuild the ruined cities
They were torn down
But now they swear they'll never be destroyed again and their climate poisoned
Every village, every district, every town is being restored
Not a single murder has been recorded for years
Every region here is flourishing, there are fish in the world's seas
Fruits in the fields, the planet is green again
The demon is defeated, the dark spell is bound
But still books with the black aura are found
We search and bring every book we find
To the pyre where fire and embers devour it
Just now the last black chapter burns in the village square
There comes a raven from the sky ...