"With his coming are the dread fires born again. The hills burn, and
the land turns sere. The tides of men run out. And the hours dwindle. The
wall is pierced, and the beil of parting raised. Storms rumble beyond the
horizon, and the fires of heaven purge the earth. There is no salvation
without distruction, no hope this side of death."
Direi che si tratta dei fulmini...
nihilim