Confined to our fortifications,

Besieged by a horde of berserk wolves,

We rapidly ran out of food

And sought an armistice ...

The plague of Famine had undermined our will,

Nobles and plebs were all dead or ill,

Our wall was transformed into a trap

And the barbarians were invading our burg

With Blaze, Pillaging and Murder.



I've seen the marble dyed

With blood of lackeys, of plotters

Of obsequious, rouged harlots;

I've ever sen the blood of my parents

Squirt scarlet on their purple garments...

Somber harbinger ...

The nettle of fear ate into my heart



So I took refuge in the bowels of the castle,

Lest I fall under their fierce ire



Somewhere down this bottomless sewer

I think I've discovered

A disused torture chamber

Or else all these cadavers

I've encountered Were my predecessors...



Vomitive miasmas are polluting my being

The lurid stench obstructs my breathing

Ugh....

" Shall I lick the sweat of rocks

or crunch the dregs of insects

To quench my thirst and silence my hunger? "



Here, my torch perishes

And I stride a threshold

Groping along in a gloomy room ...

It's an underground den covered with vermin



Have you ever felt your name

carved in the wood of your tomb?

In this occult crypt rot my forefathers

I must assume my Fate ...

Rigor Mortis, I greet thee in my members

And wait to lack oxygen, to faint...



Snatch me, Thanathos, end my disgrace

And solemn, your slumber, I'll embrace

For now my sorrows plough an extinct inferno