Slowly a fog dissolves,
 while a shadow totters on an Earth
 soaked in the blood of innocent martyrs...
 ...breathing an air impregnate of hate
 and silent screams.
 Through the residues of a desoleted sight
 he sees the body of his battle's brother. 

 Oh, my friend! How many pains and torments
 have you felt for a grain of conquest?
 Moved into an endless whirlpool of [bad word] 
 Rendered immortal by man's greediness.
 Can you hear my voice? Can you hear me? 

 Slowly I perceive the agony,
 the noise of broken hope.
 The melted emotions that convulsively
 slip in lunacy. 

 The stench of hate and suffering, the mute screams
 of the forsaken breed.
 Life fallen into oblivion,
 perpetually torn and violated. 

 Silent, immortal...
 the pale Death laughs for our misery.
 through the desolation I've seen
 the vanity of human wishes. 

 Only dust remains in the graves where I lie
 the buried dreams of innocence.
 The gates of the graveyard open as Death leads
 the soul to his eternal rest. 

 Silent and still... the eyes look upon the motionless
 body of the friend.
 burns the stake.
 Burn the grief and anger.
 Burn emotion in the gelid mist... sensations
 that will forever remain...
 ...entangled in silence.