In the shadow of the moon,
In the barrow on the soon,
Will be blood.

In the park on street a Saver,
Will be he, all will be bad.
On the street in the blood,
On this place will girl body.

There will be ashes,
There will be bones,
There will be horror,
There will be fear.

God will be in black,
The evil will regenerate.

Мое первое стихотворение на английском, строго не судить. На ошибки указывать без воплей).