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Prima luce

My breath frozen, billows

Engaging the horizon

Malevolent forces magnificent

Certain death advances upon us

Without hope, without fear

I know today that I will die

Archers rain death

Down in torrents

Trebuchets shatter stone

Concussive blasts unrelenting

My brothers’ precious blood

Flowing wet, stains deep

Heathen legions ascend, cascading within

Fall into me

Your hell awaits

Fall into me

Bloodthirsty, I strike again and again

Resolute, I cry out

Hold, for your honor

At all cost

Disoriented, suffocating

Time blurs

Una salus victis nullam sperare salutem

Nec spe nec metu

My brothers’ precious blood

Flowing wet, stains deep

Without hope, without fear

I know today that I will die

Limbs hewn, their eyes go empty

Fall into me

Your hell awaits

Fall into me

I have chosen the manner of my death

Resolute, I cry out

Hold, for your honor

At all cost

Carnage and chaos

Stench and nausea

Obscenities and futile prayers

Butchery and blood river

Una salus victis nullam sperare salutem

Nec spe nec metu

Fervent prayers cast to saints and warriors

I ready myself to follow the inspiring dead

All faith and hope lost

Our death now is certain

As God has abandoned us

And who will now mourn?

All faith lost

Fall, fall back

All hope lost

Run to the keep

Up stone stairs

Desperately circling, stumbling, tripping, gasping

Barricade the door