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Darkness filled the valley

Like mountain avalanche,

Wind's bringing dense mist

Thunder of steps, flap of wings.

No sky can be seen behind hundreds of bodies

Night is full of Harpys' howls,

Feathers are aflame of fiery arrows

Setting on fire ancient temples.

In sleepy hollows, in whisper of wind,

Pestilent Carrion – a fact and a legend.

The tocsin resounded,

Smoke cloaked every house

Enraged, the hordes

Broke through the fortress

Where fierce Moloch stepped,

There are wails by torture fires,

Captivity of fire and sulphur,

And the triumph of new era.

Pestilent carrion will waver of fear

There are wolves and foxes there,

Wilderness and marshy path,

Snowy mountain peaks of black rocks

In sleepy hollows, in whisper of wind,

Pestilent Carrion – a fact and a legend