Eram Quod Es, Eris Quod Sum
Riding white horses through the woods, The hunt should be over soon. Chasing an innocent doe, The dogs will surround it fast. Living a peaceful existence, The three lords were prince, duke and count. Announcing the end of the game, Now the horn is sounding loud. Rich and powerful... Devoid of moral considerations... Above the fragility of life, Unconscious vanity, Luxury and opulence, The sweet taste of evil. All the vices, Forgotten virtue, The seven deadly sins, No fear of Hell. Crossing swords, Always filled with joy, Drinking and eating to excess, Without thinking about their demise. Why being so afraid? Will they witness the end? Is the Apocalypse coming? How much time is left? So many useless questions, No clue, no answer. The original sin, The only cause of Death. Time to have a rest, Near this old cross. An ancient calvary, In the middle of this lost place. This is when the falcon flew away from them, So high in a red sky, towards the sunset. Diverted from their habits, What could have bothered them? Suddenly, before their eyes, The most nightmarish vision ever. Then one raised his arms to the sky, The other put his hands on his chest, The last one tried to turn back.
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025
Three dead standing there, Rotting corpses in front of the lords, Wearing tattered shrouds, Armed with scythes, bows and arrows. Out of their coffin, Walking human carcasses, Putrid and repulsive, Covered with swarming vermin. "Respice post te! Hominem te esse momento!" The decomposed bodies began to talk, Claiming that no apostles will save the living, No saints can stop the hourglass, As life is transient. An instruction Beyond affliction, An instigation To an act of contrition. A lesson and warning to prepare to die at any moment, The wheel of Fortune can make the powerful and vain ones fall. Profane or religious, the message from beyond the grave remains the same, An earthly existence is empty, with forms of morbidity, Crime, execution, disease, battle, suicide, Death is insensitive and its scythe will cut the brittle thread of life. A dreadful encounter with the dead, And everything seems so futile.
Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025
What we were, you are ; what we were, you will be! Wealth, honor and power are of no value at your final hour. Men, women, children, nobody can escape. Even kings can become as hideous as we are, It is useless to blame the Grim Reaper's wicked ways and Hell. Life is precarious, foresee your ineluctable end. You believe that the original sin caused the loss of Paradise and man. You believe that Christ died but defeated Death with eternal life. Your own Last Judgement... The lesson of fate. Realize it is already too late to flee as all men are doomed. Realize your passage on earth is brief before your last breath. Your own Last Judgement... The lesson of fate. Mors inevitabilis est, et hora ejus incerta. So be responsible for your actions, And choose to repent or not, For as lords or as serfs, There will be only one outcome. Unequal in life, But all equal in Death. Decide your destiny, But remember that you will go the way of all flesh. Memento mori...
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025
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