As the procession hauls the souls of men, the wide open eyes look up to the skies of purple shades, and the multitude screams with despair while the predatory birds fly over their heads.
The chains of suffering grasp the great desire of freedom and the man cry with resignation as the procession approaches their land. Oh! The dark procession is near!
At least spare the lives of the youths! -- The tormented mothers cry out; but the massiveness of the procession is already gulping down the flesh of the young ones as well. Oh! The dark procession is here.
Neither are we save, for we carry our procession inside, our entrails revolt and our muscles tighten to prepare for the great dark procession approaching!