Purple flames celebrate the new warrior's feats   while dry tears take the old triumphs to a silent death   The old men's corpses consumes in an obscure dust   while the new secret shines in a golden aura   Past glories could rejoice only a brief instant   Soon the new gloom's birth will wrap the present and the future   in a pall of algid fires and glacial quivers   No blood is willing to be shed in memory of your sighs   No wind will agitate the trees' fronds at sunset   The foul insect will suck the virgin infant's pulp   The fifth simulacrum's sect will perish under   the vibrating echo of the white queen   Every sword is unarmed in the presence of the goddess's dagger   Every shield is smashed by the young witch   The third magic star protects my mental acts   The master of the astral fluid illuminates my path.