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Brothers with no face

Comrades with no name

Wander these lands

Haunting

Frozen remains

Lost in the dark

Seeking for peace

Nameless

Eternal dusk

Awaiting a night

A sun that won’t rise

Peaceless

Standing alone

A frozen limbo

Chained between life

and death

As dusk fell, we came across a village fete.

Laughters and joy, such was our gift.

Without remembrance nor place to rest

we’ll haunt these forests.

The woods will call, younglings be gone

This is the price you’ll pay

Tormented sleep, dried fruits of wombs.

Rest in

An Urn

Of Stone

Ignoto Militi

Wear your Laurel Crown

Rest