Текст"Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night, for the arrow that flieth by day, For the pestilence that walketh in darkness, for the destruction that wasteth at noonday. A thousand shall fall at thy side, and ten thousand at thy right hand: but it shall not come nigh thee. Only with thine eyes shalt thou behold, and see the reward of the wicked."
One last perfect night of Life on Earth, I saw a pestilence descend on wings plague black, as it rode the ancient Star Wind: there are things more horrible than death.
