Phobmarte
In the vicinity of the eons of time is the master of the universe lying
The only one who has felt firsthand the shame after creating the last
The depraved or sensitive be, it has not succeeded in corrupting his soul
Lord of lords, who waits near baldo "Phobmarte" their rescuers.
No mortal has known King of kings and harrowing firsthand
But many have managed to reach the desired place up untamed creatures of the cosmos
Only a few know "Nhujarum" where you live the King of Glory star
The king of wisdom
The king of right
King of the Damned
The king of mortals
The creator of spaces times, traces stellar phases, dimensions, elements, primaprismas and ever more remote sites spotted by the last race
From the forges of "Duxon" to paradise "Lian" King of Kings punish the wicked and unjust and reward the vehement and righteous
Letting epímorden handle the eternal damnation of souls consumption for space corrupt depraved
Everybody Hates the latest creation from the Lord of Lords
All vital recovery crave
Everyone tries to get the ultimate magic to do
Everyone knows that to rehabilitate the reward will be for the eons of the eons of eternity
All and no
Only the last race knowing knowledge known
Only they have the key to restoring the father of fathers
And only they are loved and that creation will never know true love
The man, father and king looked earnest in his altar
The father grieves for ignorance of his latest creation
Mr. believes in his last hope, that they are
The king is weak and sad until stars manage to create gusts to redeeming the last race to become the first, once their ignorance and knowledge is defeated on the planet governing Phobmarte alienated and distant from the eons of Nhujarum but close to the salvation of existence.
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