Into The Fog

and the fog goes down

and everything is hung up

and every eye is inflamed

and all the souls

have opened in wait

and then everything goes fast

like a run in a drop,

like water in a fall,

main instinct is the king

and the scent of the blood

flies through the fog

the cries and the clash

are lost in the mist

but not the death, not the death

the monsters and the men

are vanishing in the mist

but not the death, not the death

like a run in a drop,

like water in a fall,

main instinct is the king

and the scent of the blood

flies through the fog

then,

the wave of the battle goes away

then,

the warriors become of ice,

silence,

and thousands, amazed eyes,

look,

look to the red burning sky...