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