Plague and death
are for a warrior an honor
Living like a pagan spirit
In the night, a haze, a mist
When the sea and the birds silence
It is time to eat
Thus,The flames running through the floor
In the silence of the night
the troops crushing
The spirits sing the fierce symphony
With winds on the face
And the flares of splendorous blades
light the eyes of my enemy
Thus
The empire kills the poor
Merciless
Soldiers were found Dead
without flesh
Black burned bones
putrified ashes
The Captain again Sees
death
on the way
To war, but What war?
tough men!
Climbing mountains, enchants me
Ornamental universe
Conquered natures
Conquered mountains
River, land, dominated
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