Monsters and men

Of monsters and men
oaths taken upon steel
their scarlet edges
to never dry on a winter night

Brothers and foe
knights on horses
their shining armour
riding to meet blades of death

Bows and arrows
the silent assassins
raining in from above
the ultimate test of good luck

Heroes and villains
if legends live,
as stories on mountain rocks
then castles shall ruin

And the damned shall live
within their walls
their tears and blood
all for nothing

history can’t love,
then sure it can hate
the monster
that made the man

So we both,
Live on


The final day of judgment (Pompeii)


Dark clouds fast-flying

Red, gray and black fog

Raining rocks with flames

Burning flesh and bones

Singing the song of the dead

Long, loud and scary

Like it was a lake of fire

Filled with amorphous silhouettes


The ground shook so hard

Bursting up randomly, so rough

Tearing down the stone walls,

The mighty pillars of the arena,

Deep, long running cracks,

Sinking with it the history of city,

Bearing names of the legends

The brave gladiators of Pompeii


To see and not hope,

To fear and not be scared,

But rather live on the last day

Stealing every second there is

While battling the angel of death

Bringing with him the wrath of gods

And taking as many souls possible

On the final day of judgment


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