Lemuria - Vault of the Witness

A dark fragment of the land

Shining by the shields and swords

The battlecry lay in their eyes

But the only that clashed were their hearts

Suddenly the world fell in turbulence

Eroded silence and bloody soil

There was no lenience left behind

That could choke this insanity



Blind fury overshadowed grace

By the patterned scourge of hate

Sibilant tongue and imminent treason

Shattered the scattered

Thus guilt crawled away in the night

All were victims of frenetic murder

And the origin of a frenzied hex

When victory was forged with hoarse craft



Hatred smiling on the horizon

As if the sun herself was wounded

With the sore plague of cruelty

They would never have an absolution



Savagery except for a sole survivor

Trying to escape his frantic fate

Went into hiding in an isolated cave

Awaiting the closing of his days

"I looked into the eyes of death, felt its grasp clasping my heart
I felt the soft embrace of stone cold company

Wounded in the bottom of my soul, silently languishing”

Labuntur anni nec pietas moram

Rugis er instanti senectae

Adferet indomitarque morti

(Horatius Flaccus)



(The years go by and while the old age approaches, fidelity can not delay the wrinkles and I can not tame death.)



Tears were glistening in his eyes

He died but his spirit stayed captured

Imprisoned with the souls of his people

Until someone enters the vault of the witness