A dark fragment of the land
Shining by the shields and swords
The battlecry lay in their eyes
But the only that clashed were their hearts
Suddenly the world fell in turbulence
Eroded silence and bloody soil
There was no lenience left behind
That could choke this insanity
Blind fury overshadowed grace
By the patterned scourge of hate
Sibilant tongue and imminent treason
Shattered the scattered
Thus guilt crawled away in the night
All were victims of frenetic murder
And the origin of a frenzied hex
When victory was forged with hoarse craft
Hatred smiling on the horizon
As if the sun herself was wounded
With the sore plague of cruelty
They would never have an absolution
Savagery except for a sole survivor
Trying to escape his frantic fate
Went into hiding in an isolated cave
Awaiting the closing of his days
"I looked into the eyes of d**h, felt its grasp clasping my heart
I felt the soft embrace of stone cold company
Wounded in the bottom of my soul, silently languishing"
Labuntur anni nec pietas moram
Rugis er instanti senectae
Adferet indomitarque morti
(Horatius Flaccus)
(The years go by and while the old age approaches, fidelity can not delay the wrinkles and I can not tame d**h.)
Tears were glistening in his eyes
He died but his spirit stayed captured
Imprisoned with the souls of his people
Until someone enters the vault of the witness