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Dead eyes just peek out from the helms

Ready to fulfill the designs of the gods

with its discharge of fury over the men

Always alert, continually on the prowl

in the dark jaws of uncertainty season

his axes cut off the extremities of reason.

Protected by the law of non-humans being

Their shields separate the truth from pain.

Relentless spectres with no names

Motivated by the promise of blood

They follow the fear’s trail

Until the end of the worms.

Marching on the mystical path of the condemned

The ferocious armada drags laments and prayers.

Collecting the fire of the gray souls

who still try redeem themselves in their martyrdom