Homines mundorum destructor

The night is still, the moon is dark.

The stars in the sky shine bright and clear.

To the east-north-east comes the morning star,

shining with the promise of morning.

The wolves howl with freedom and vigor.

The time could never change.

Technology comes.

A miracle to few.

Is that much power really a necessity?

The wolves silent in fear, now few and far between.

Silverpelt thinner than ever.

The great Christmas star invisible in the sky.

The destroyers gone, what a mess remains.

What was magnus, is now mortuus.

The last live in the extreme awaiting the manifest.

If the destroyers had thought, for even a day

They would learn,

Animals are wise,

Follow their ways.