The tree shall be thorn in half, the bird shall be severd from the sky, the water shall turn red as death, the maggot shall seek the light, then within the heart of each, lies an icon of our destruction' The tree shall be thorn in half, the bird shall be severd from the sky, the water shall turn red as death, the maggot shall seek the light, then within the heart of each, lies an icon of our destruction' A árvore deve ser espinho na metade, a ave deve ser severd do céu, a água deve ficar vermelha como a morte, a larva deve procurar a luz, então dentro do coração de cada um, encontra-se um ícone da nossa destruição " 'Save your prayers, God is not here with us now, there is only the darkness here, and your death' 'Save your prayers, God is not here with us now, there is only the darkness here, and your death' "Salvar as suas orações, Deus não está aqui conosco agora, só há as trevas aqui, e sua morte" 'The stygian world yawning blackly beyond. Trents eyes refused to close, he did not shriek, but the hideous unholy abominations shrieked for him, as in the same second he saw them spill and tumble upwards out of an enormous carrion black pit, choked with the gleaming white bones of countless unhallowed centuries. Trent turned back from the rip as the army of unspeakable figures, toiled by the glow of the bottomless pit, came pouring at him - towards our world. 'The stygian world yawning blackly beyond. Trents eyes refused to close, he did not shriek, but the hideous unholy abominations shrieked for him, as in the same second he saw them spill and tumble upwards out of an enormous carrion black pit, choked with the gleaming white bones of countless unhallowed centuries. Trent turned back from the rip as the army of unspeakable figures, toiled by the glow of the bottomless pit, came pouring at him - towards our world. "O mundo stygian bocejando blackly além. Trents olhos se recusou a fechar, ele não gritar, mas as abominações profana hediondos gritou para ele, como no mesmo segundo os viu derrame e caem para cima de um enorme buraco negro carniça, sufocados com os ossos de um branco resplandecente de incontáveis ??séculos profano . Trent voltou do rip como o exército de figuras inomináveis, trabalharam pelo brilho do abismo, começaram a afluir para ele - para o nosso mundo.