(An Ode to Mars)
We follow the arcane paths, we stand at coortem,
may fiery Mars throw his seed, may the gods protect us.
On that bridge we did our doom, our soul at last relieved,
our screams unleashed with lechery, symbolic rituals of spears.
Searching for the glory of the past, the glory of a new roman sun!
The bridge above the abyss
The thin line over the vacuous darkness
Gloriam sanguinis dei!
In the void beneath our bridge, we did our doom.