No earthly shield, no divine grace shall save,
None shall cradle the fallen, no refuge for the brave.
All stand excommuned, cast from sacred light,
Shunned by heaven’s mercy, forsaken in their plight.
Time’s relentless march lies frozen, stilled in dread,
Death alone prevails, where all paths now are led.
Lifeless kings, with cold and vacant stare,
Raise their swords once more through the ashen air.
Leading their armies to eternal rest’s embrace,
As this doomed era fades, lost in death’s unyielding grace.
