8 - Angry Flames - The Armed Man (Вооруженный Человек) «Месса мира»
Pushing up through smoke from a world half darkened by over hanging cloud The shroud that mushroomed out And struck the dome of the sky Black, red, blue, Dance in the air. Merge. Scatter glittering sparks already tower over the whole city. Quivering like sea weed. The mass of flames spurts for ward. Popping up in the dense smoke. Crawling out Wreathed in fire. Countless human beings on all fours. In a heap of embers that erupt and subside Hair rent, Rigid in death, There smoulders a curse.