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Even if the moon is bursting with glare,
comes certainly the dawn at the morning.
But over barren land resurrect gods desolate,
the bright sword chase them, who were previously hidden grimm,
the dark sword erease them, who become bondless.
Only one blade is it, that decide the fate of the world.
translated with a bit Google help. A bit hard for me to translate the poem in english.
Maybe someone can translate it better ? i think the "But over barren land resurrect gods desolate," is a bit wrong.