Post Murum Insania

Post Murum Insania (Behind the Walls of Madness)
My First Latin Poem…
By: Julian Corvinus Javier
Date: September 19, 2011 @ 12:57PM GMT +8

Original Latin:

Post murum insania…
I manantem cruore fluens lente…
Pugnare enim mens sana…
Virtus infinita versus obiectum immobilis…
Chaos sparsa…
Cum fractis animis…
Cum fractis cordis…
Pulsans ad ostium mortis…
Est somnium inaccessus…
Post murum insania…

 

Translated English:

Behind the walls of madness…
My blood drips flowing slowly…
Fighting for my sanity…
An unstoppable force crashing towards an immovable object…
Chaos scatters…
With broken minds…
With broken hearts…
Knocking on death’s doorway…
Unreachable is the dream…
Behind the walls of madness…

 

Madness

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Fields of the Fallen

Fields of the Fallen
Men’s Thirst for Blood and The Grim Reaper’s Symphony
By: Julian Javier
Date: April 22, 2011 @ 1:07AM GMT +8
 

I am the harbinger of death and strife…
I shall take your wife, your kid, and your life…
Without remorse, I shall pillage, plunder, and fight…
In the name of my god, I shall kill everyone against me in sight…

 

For eternal honor and glory…
Bloodshed in these killing fields i will carry…
For people to tell tales of my victory…
Surely, if I kill enough, children will admire me and hear my story…

 

The archangel of death watching over the killing fields…
Watching how men clash their swords and shields…
Blood and life wasted with the swaying of the weapon the warrior wields…
Never wavering in his blood thirsty rampage even if the enemy yields…

 

Chaos, turmoil, panic, violence, anarchy, and discord everywhere…
The stench of blood and death in the air…
A sea of corpses and ember from flames of ruin everywhere…
The screams of the innocent echoing in the air…

 

Warrior and weapon on a killing spree…
Blood flowing in the rivers to the seas…
Genocide was the king’s decree…
Hanging dead mean to withered trees…

 

The Archangel Azrail and his legion endlessly escorting the fallen…
Crossing out names of the deceased from the book of all men…
With a coin to pay, The Ferryman, Charon mans the rudder of the ship of the fallen…
Across the rivers Styx and Acheron, the ship carries the souls of dead men…

 

Grim Bloodshed, Death, and Discord

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