BURIED ONE DEATH CUT

Up until now they'd storm borders.

Hoarders, The Numidians ventured marauders.

Very rare of The Known Land Agasanaca breed of Horseman.

Cross waters, swift to put foe to slaughters.

Brought to discipline as a wing of The Carthagenean Federation Brellahadrin...

So named after a fable of legends of mighty war history of which they'd sing.

"Wuarberto" was the Core wide regular theme.

But Calvary & Footsmen were digging to a next extreme.

Where 'Wuarberto' was an expression of release.

This new chant kept in unison to regulating The Beast...

No time to waste, to base by sundown.

To lay the foundations of doors to all Hellbound.

That a harvester would cut and form from ground and claim the gizzard of foe, making near no sound..

That a harvester would cut and form from ground and claim the gizzard of such now flailing form

Allay to leave such on the ground scattered for the section of Hell to adorn, next dawn.

No time to react, turn and make flight.

But stead become (made) cadaver waste to horrors of the night.

No blessing to ease souls to dimensions after, nor incantations to guide to Realms of 'Godessas' or Fathers.

As the blessed would, forth to lands of the blessed good. Forward to Gelengme as only The Blessed should.

The light that they'd see cometh the hour.

Surrounded by good Family, Supreme Warmth and Assuring Power.

Think adversaries wished to leave this coil (and head out) to an Elysium by Pleiades soil .

But these trenches (that were) being dug was to drag (such) unfortunates to Hades toil in an instant from ether to ways of hydro boil.

They stayed steadfast, fasting after what had being begun.

They would not eat till all was done.

Till fully built was Hades way.

Then they'd eat, wash, rest and prepare for such day.

The iron received from such dietary of the nut.

That enriched ether fortifying from the gut.

Could surely only device 'metaphysica' to manifest brilliance...

The Buried One Death Cut.

Of mind-state resilience.

Thus...

THE MOMENT BEFORE...

All I sit here, of cold and anxious dreading heart...

All I sit here.

No patience

Just bare angst at where thoust art.

On a way of feeling the way The Creator child must've felt, walking through nothing, on The Creator child's own.

Wondering why and what one was summoned for, in Ether all alone.

If ever to such on mortal coil, such motion that was, were capable.

On a way to feeling of such ways...

Way's of thought to the unfathomable.

If you wished to know what One's dreamed of, on Eve's and prior before battle.

Organised from the incoherence of babble, fast thought.

Otherwise thought as tittle tattle.

Of such 'Before Battle, ' dreams are made.

If such could only slow down their mind thought, to memories that then fade.

To broken down to said ether to join the rest of The Universe's title tattle.

But this title tattle was groped by a Warrior off an Eve, before a battle...

Twas the might of their formation order of roms legion.

That'd have them questioning their faith and not for no good reason.

To keep Capua under subjugate with an assertion of selves in region.

Foolish pride type enterprise that bade forth their killing season.

For as they ventured further, by the whim of their prefector forth.

To wrestle 'back' by clam their prize possession in The North.

The Warriorcore was preparing living graves for them to know well.

'To know in instant...

...the unknown before...

...to drag a man to Hell...

For he would know pause but not where nor whence it came.

Before the cross to the plain of 'minds ever night', hopefully before the nerves sensed pain.

The fleeting of life of one to a hundred who'd exercised their republic's so much.

To venture cross their marked for death and vanish via a manifested hutch.

Oh yes, on this day, such a disadvantage would be known by he who'd hence arrived

To escape the 'wield' in that killing field and question the formation he'd survived.

The ledge 'kick' spring to force up

A Warriorcore of Man to air, exercise the grave...

Art the Burial One Death Cut.

Horizontal then down to knave…