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There, where the sky fades into the plain

Eternally multiplied

by the shadow of the night

The caravan moves steadily forward

Entering the path to the very center

of the storm

High above, the great raven

Contemplates with his eyes

Penetrating the souls of beings

That offer the gloomy spectacle

Behind us, the void

Ahead, the river that purifies men with death

Transforming their existence

Into shadows of memory

Not knowing our fate

We march into eternal night

To the fortress of the damned

Souls trampling each other

Like a churning steam of specters

Wander unknowingly

until the end of days

Trying to escape their fate, but to no avail

Attracted and devoured

By the fire that feeds from them

They move within the ashes

Of those who have already taken

The same steps

Not knowing our fate

We march into eternal night

To the fortress of the damned