А ведь нас честно предупреждали:
This is the time of heaven's fist
This is the close of the eye of the sun.
For the first time since the dawn of sin
The children of blood's tribe walk by day
With no fear of solar ray.
Day and night are one alike
Twins with signs of bleeding ash.
But new fears rise for the wicked brood
As they choke on fire that once was food.
This is the road of human descent
And at its end you find
A city-graveyard for mankind
Ruined wreckage, walls all rent asunder
No music but the echoed thunder.
No garb but shrouds.
The apex of man's effort only this
To choke each humble breath from out the proud
And taste the ghastly flavor of flame's kiss.
- Days of Fire