“Whence is this sudden sheen of weather?
I see the sky parting asunder, and the wandering stars in the firmament.
I follow the high omen, whoso thou art that callest me to arms.”
- (Virgil, Aeneid Book IX)

My brethren fell, my people died.
The omens deceived, their wiles seduced,
For thus they spake above…

Into the promised land we stormed with might and beliefs.
Commanded by a call divine, commanded by nothingness.
We were fools with faith in our hearts,
For the darkness that enshrouds us is eternal
On this winding path…

No god stopped this carnage, withdraw to the ships!
For there is no god to save us here!
Cursed be our path, they lied to us all. There is no god anywhere.
Cursed be our path!
There is no god anywhere. No god, no light, only death.

We're damned to walk this winding path,
Forsaken in angst below no eternal gaze.
Never to be saved, never to be purged of pain.
In this barren winding path
Whence all blight cometh, whither no bliss alighteth,
Forlorn entities are blinded by a false light,
Product of delirium and hope.

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