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By wormwood weeds – The bitter darkness…
Lead Haze… Seven of eight fell…
Dead flame… I feel its immense burn.
To where I go, last one of those eight?

Disgrace doesn’t march, but body escape.
With my back I leave, I greet with my face.

Yet, strive for salvation bury the honor,
I’m not the Eighth anymore, I’ll hide.

I bleed to death, so hard is my breath…
Swamp taking me in its embrace.
But I’ll not die, I will gnaw my grave,
From deep crawling up to the burial surface.

Enemies land is covered with corpses,
With bodies is covered the steppe of Our Own.
Fathers and Sons all covered with soil.
All entombed are in soil – everyone but me…

Traitor!

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