Carach Angren Lingering In An Imprint Haunting
Kill! Here I walk down this godless trench where the
corpses sink forever into shallow marshy grounds.
Ican't remember confronting these extreme forms of
violence. Knee-deep in mud, where skies weep leaden
tears and blood.
It's hard to breathe within this thick cloak of
sulphurius mist, conjuring slaughtering soldiers into
sickening silhouettes. From this forsaken battlefield
no soul can be dismissed. As if the devil is in charge,
givin orders from the dephts of the abyss.
Goddamn! It's coming hard. Fire fight and waves of
bombardments blowing soil, bone and flesh apart.
Running to survive maybe the last private still alive.
Suddenly it stops! I turn and see no enemy. There's
nothing behind me.
I can't believe my eyes. I can't believe what I see. A
timeless, frozen scenery where nature stands still!
Except for me!
So strange to see a still image of this infernal
reality. Staring at shrapnel and bullets on an
incomplete journey. When suicide burdens my mind, I'm
startled by a horrible screaming from behind. Luring me
to a spot where a friend of my platoon walked into an
ambush, he screamed: "Please kill me! Chralie's coming
soon!"
My 1911 is too loud, that's why I reach for the knife.
Then, again, hesitation! I cannot take his life!
Goddamned f..cking gooks! He's captured by the enemy.
Dragged away for days of torture, screaming these last
words at me: "You son of a whore should be terrified!
In this hell I'll wait for you!"
And right before I step on that mine I ask myself: "Did
he just speak the truth?"
Briefly I comprehend, all this time I was damned. His
grudge keeps me in hell for eternity. Every time I die
he waits for me.
This is my destiny...
