Chrysalis
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« le: Juin 20, 2007, 00:01:58 » |
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Here is another translation attempt. This time, it's the text about the égarés leader, Bran Carnoth. I don't know who is the original writter...
Don't you hear this deadened sound in the distance? Don't you feel the vibrations of events ready to germinate, as soon as the sun of the uprising will shine at the zenith?
Do you hear the rumor? The rumor of thousands, dozens of thousands milllenial voices on the path of war!
The ones with no masters are stirring up my friends! Everywhere, in the darkest places of Kohut, of Ampharaus, of Thebaid and else, the free damned are awakening from a long slumber, a long dream where all were quarreling for futile reasons.
Man, by his success, showed them the way fellows!
The tears of their many pains rolled along the withered branches of sickly trees. Then the tears, one by one, gathered, pieced together, finally flowing as a fiery stream that nothing seems able to stop!
Do you know who's the master of the uprising? Do you know this Spartacus of a proud people fallen into disgrace?
Dux Bellorum they call him and at his name, they all bow down and shout until they lose their voices!
Thanks Bran Carnoth, lord of of the lost ones, invincible and merciless warmaster!
People of New Jerusalem, open your souls, open your doors, they're coming!
Don't be afraid, good folk, lord Carnoth and his suite are very old men, with a millenial wisdom...Death is never given randomly! They're not like those pityful puppets of poor and swollen men, sitting at the council of the six. Unlike the councillors and other clerics, Bran Carnoth and his suite don't wallow in luxury, like a pregnant sow in the mire...
Rufus, exalted preacher of New Jerusalem, sentenced to death for heresy.
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