What sustained the greatest lie among them
The farce of aweak link, caster of vain promises!
A seal, where the promise of breaking was death
But in the end the fall was always inevitable!

Charting the path to death
Searching for the victims false
To take them to hell

Warriors blood on spears
And their mothers cry
Waiting for the message
The ravens speak their names
They have not forgotten the faces
The blood of those virgins on their spears

Beheaded like gazelles by wolves
The torment of a thousand and one virgins
In the wol

In my funereal journey
Through the morbid woods
I sought wisdom in the solitude of my being
With my soul lost in time

I sought to satisfy my existential need
In the lost memories of my past
Not the displeasure of having his face
His voice, his lies in my mind!
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