Conquered Nature

Plague and death
are for a warrior an honor
Living like a pagan spirit
In the night, a haze, a mist

When the sea and the birds silence
It is time to eat

Thus,The flames running through the floor
In the silence of the night
the troops crushing

The spirits sing the fierce symphony
With winds on the face
And the flares of splendorous blades
light the eyes of my enemy

Thus
The empire kills the poor
Merciless

Soldiers were found Dead
without flesh
Black burned bones
putrified ashes

The Captain again Sees
death
on the way

To war, but What war?
tough men!

Climbing mountains, enchants me
Ornamental universe

Conquered natures

Conquered mountains

River, land, dominated