Slowly a fog dissolves, while a shadow totters on an Earth soaked in the blood of innocent martyrs... ...breathing an air impregnate of hate and silent screams. Through the residues of a desoleted sight he sees the body of his battle's brother.
Oh, my friend! How many pains and torments have you felt for a grain of conquest? Moved into an endless whirlpool of destruction. Rendered immortal by man's greediness. Can you hear my voice? Can you hear me?
Slowly I perceive the agony, the noise of broken hope. The melted emotions that convulsively slip in lunacy.
The stench of hate and suffering, the mute screams of the forsaken breed. Life fallen into oblivion, perpetually torn and violated.
Silent, immortal... the pale Death laughs for our misery. through the desolation I've seen the vanity of human wishes.
Only dust remains in the graves where I lie the buried dreams of innocence. The gates of the graveyard open as Death leads the soul to his eternal rest.
Silent and still... the eyes look upon the motionless body of the friend. burns the stake. Burn the grief and anger. Burn emotion in the gelid mist... sensations that will forever remain... ...entangled in silence.