Suffer a Martyr's Trial (Procession at Dusk)

Take them from us, the pitiful ones

Pleading for bleak light's return... betrayed by

impending dusk

Finding no solace in the deeply lowering gloom

They travel the path of the condemned in silent horror

Onward into the unspeakable, no savior awaits in

forgiveness

Lead us unto ruin, devourer of hope

In night's solemn presence

The accursed procession approaches their destiny

Fields in neglect; unconsecrated by blood and

monumental agony

Behold, crosses for the dead

Their distorted shadows forewarn the tragedy

The lurking fear tightens with each labored breath

May we curse the gods in our final hour; the ones they

have abandoned

The dead and the dying; all sought in vain their own

divine rescue

Begin the mortification of flesh, limbs transfixed upon

wooded stakes

Extinction of thy very being;

Hammerfalls resound through the gently sloping hills...

Burn the dead now; let the ashes scatter without

remembrance

As those without hope, forgotten in eternity