T | 13 • Le Gardien (cover)samael4155 english fem

Deeper down… The light disappears. The rock closes in. And in the silence… Something is watching us. « Je t’attends… » We descend to where the sun Will never cast its gaze, Every gleaming shimmer watches us, The shadows conceal nightmares. Then the void opens beneath our feet, A kingdom buried in stone, Two eyes shine in the darkness, And a voice makes the earth tremble. Not now. Not today. We are not ready To die here. So we run, But not empty-handed. Eggs against our hearts, And fear chasing after us. We move on, ever deeper down, Something waits in the dark, A shadow grows beneath our steps, And watches us without seeing us. We thought we were fleeing the darkness, We thought we could escape it… Dodging this deadly fate… Only to delay it. The nests stir. The walls crumble. Wings cut through the air, And our hearts pound. Run! Surrounded by the rock dragons, Their cries tear through the darkness, Against me, I hold the eggs, Axi follows me, only a step behind. A claw. A blow. The ground vanishes beneath his feet. I scream his name, I see him turn back. One second. Too late. The darkness takes him away. I cannot stop, I keep climbing, A shadow pierces through me, A pain pulses through my flesh, for no reason. I collapse, one knee to the ground, Supported by my companion, I come out alive from this hell, On the road back home… We move on, ever deeper down, Something waits in the dark, A shadow grows beneath our steps, And watches us without seeing us. We thought we were fleeing the darkness, We thought we could escape it… Dodging this deadly fate… Only to delay it. The eggs hatch, The little ones grow, Our companions become our brothers. We forge our weapons, We prepare for war, But something is running through my arteries. My breath is short. My gaze drifts. But what is growing Deep inside my guts? I fall. He runs. I scream. Then… My breathing. A heartbeat. Another one. Something… Pulls itself out of me. I look. A small body. A silhouette. I think I see… A boy. Claws. Teeth. And that look… A Reaper… It was not poison. It was not an illness. It was the birth Of a nightmare… Only very small. We move on, ever deeper down, Something waits in the dark, A shadow grows beneath our steps, And watches us without seeing us. We thought we were fleeing the darkness, We thought we could escape it… Dodging this deadly fate… Only to delay it. The little ones become grown. The claws become weapons. An army now rises, Letting the uproar break loose. The Reaper by our side, Our roaring companions, We must find This survivor. The one who holds the key To finding our lost friends again. And we will go get them. Our promises will be kept. We move forward. Without trust. One last corridor. One last step. The altar. The light comes on. The symbols flash As if they were going mad. The ground shakes. A dome closes around us. No one moves. No one dares to breathe. « Cela fait longtemps que je t’attends, SPÉCIMEN ! »