My struggle travels, driven
sacral plexus of the explosion
constant rattling heard
I went against everyone for your message
Kerberos, guardian, fights the shadows
I chose to be feared and judged
sword stuck in the ground
pierces the satyr\'s head
without losing its sacred glow
I am guardian of our Relic
resides in the main pantheon
above, the thickest branch of the clan
usually protects from the infamous advance
my voracious gaze threatens your fear
like a blowing breeze, the last letter
from a castle perched on cowardly deceptions
bells on a sunny Sunday
guttural moans fly away
I promised before the black pilgrim
to steal from you again, a sprig of cedron.