Awaiting کے بول

As the evening spells were whispered, And invoking words were told The flames from the embers arose By silent trees which were behold Then a prophet, a wise man said... I see a beast, burning down our temples, Under a symbol of a cross-nailed man, Killing our children, for we're all pagans, He's not too far, from where now we stand... And as Luna hid her silhouette behind the clouds, From the dark, a christian stepped out...