And There he comes, the mighty warrior,

Ready to unravel its sadness upon the earth, eager to learn,

Hungry for knowledge, by Christ accompanied,

What corruptness could be given in today’s shattered glass?

Or was it just a story, that he would only feel its own tragedy.

Reflected in the fragments of his past,

Recollecting the images of his own faults,

No worries can undo the damage done to the earth and its people,

When redemption shall forgo into a new being,

That which shall pass, shall pass, and that which shall be, shall be,

No damage can be compensated by apologizing,

The labor of the lords is as it is,

Cruel and just, to balance down the sheets,

Into infinity, up until all balances are checked.