Quae Venient

They will come.

With machetes they will promote a new faith sign.

They are close.

Run away, leave your belongings.

 Don't watch. They’re around the corner.

 On the bones of the infidels they will build the throne of the beast.

Woe to you. Woe to them.

In the burnt ruins, the spirit of the last human.

 Reflex will go out. ...

And then the angel of death will complete the work of destruction