The fall of Arestikiph has marked the birth of the new Epoch 
The one that will consign to oblivion the names of formerly great empires 
The empires that had sewn the wind and had reaped the storm of the ten plagues 
Oh, you! Blind people who need hope, who cherish the vanity of life allured by dreams of the god’s kingdom 
Hear the voice amidst the metaphysical endless edges 
Behold the sacral image of the judge of all kings and conclaves 
For it appeared as the ward of forthcoming 
Dispersing the godly light of subservient illusions to turn the meridian of deceitful sermons into ashes 
Let his gaze set the horizons of confessions and doctrines on fire 
May he doom the pathetic to cry over disappeared veil on their eyes 
Reveal yourself, the reaper of the vicious! 
Reveal yourself through the deformation of structure that determines the wrath. 
Spraying with the crimson surf the foundation of reality 
May your will destroy the borders of dogmas 
May the greedy grumble, may the stones cry out and may the roots of the septenary tree shudder 
For this is how the aeon of Pisces transforms into the vale of woe