Eyes on the domain of death Watching from afar the lowest place of the underworld Keeping the dark abode of the earth Wise, the sentry sees and hears what others do not perceive Clearsighted, prophetic, the omen of the twilight rises to recall the truth And decipher the warnings of fate Watching from afar the lowest place of the underworld Keeping the dark abode of the earth Silent flight Ominous, its cry foreshadows war and disorder Storm, flood, heralding death to come Here comes the eagle of the night One can hear its silent flight Glowing with its golden eyes The sentry holds a wake for those who died Storm, flood, heralding death to come Elegiac chant leading the soul to grief White deadly dress stained with the blood of the weak Haunting the caves, standing on the graves Bringing wealth only to the brave Solitary and restrained with its gaze piercing the obscurity Whose flyover is considered for some as an omen of victory Heralding death to come! Ravenous spree tearing bowels and flesh Is there something better than getting drunk with their blood? Goodfornothing, banished to the nighttime hours Keeping the dark abode of the earth Heralding death to come!
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