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Literature Text
They´re coming
A stampede of Nature's caprices
They´re fast and they´re hunting
visceral acting like Nature´s forces
Relentless, a flood of Death
Life take his last breath
For this fight, we shall bleed
And we will become their meed
This last day, believe me will end in this violence
It´s our task, this finale combat against nature
Death and Pain, this fight is assured
until their screams will vanish into silence
doubtless thoughts, unto our demise is sure
Its not ours, this world
Planets aren´t given to its heirs
but human conceit will cause their fall
This World, drowned in battle, its theirs!
A stampede of Nature's caprices
They´re fast and they´re hunting
visceral acting like Nature´s forces
Relentless, a flood of Death
Life take his last breath
For this fight, we shall bleed
And we will become their meed
This last day, believe me will end in this violence
It´s our task, this finale combat against nature
Death and Pain, this fight is assured
until their screams will vanish into silence
doubtless thoughts, unto our demise is sure
Its not ours, this world
Planets aren´t given to its heirs
but human conceit will cause their fall
This World, drowned in battle, its theirs!
About Tyranids, Eldar and Imperium.
Written a bit to the melody of the song 'Doomsday' from Globus.
Written a bit to the melody of the song 'Doomsday' from Globus.
© 2011 - 2024 Mondlied
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"Life takes his last breath."
"It´s our task, this final combat against nature."
"It's not ours, this world."
"This World, drowned in battle, it's theirs!"
I appreciate how the poem seems to be building up to something. The choice of words, the structure, the style -- it all adds up to a very distinct feeling of a final battle. Also, the flow of the stanzas somehow give off the atmosphere of a chant, which then reaches its climax. Of course, it can still be improved upon; but it is a good work, nonetheless.
Have a good day,
~thestaccatobutterfly
"It´s our task, this final combat against nature."
"It's not ours, this world."
"This World, drowned in battle, it's theirs!"
I appreciate how the poem seems to be building up to something. The choice of words, the structure, the style -- it all adds up to a very distinct feeling of a final battle. Also, the flow of the stanzas somehow give off the atmosphere of a chant, which then reaches its climax. Of course, it can still be improved upon; but it is a good work, nonetheless.
Have a good day,
~thestaccatobutterfly