The "March" begins. It is not a panicked run, but a rhythmic, unstoppable advance. With every step, they chant the ancient words: "Preliator, Ah-Ah-Amet!" (Warrior, let him love/devote himself). It is a prayer for the strength to endure the "Mors" (death) that awaits them.
The clash is cataclysmic. The Preliators move through the shadow like white lightning. They are outnumbered, yet they fight with the "Gloria" of those who have already accepted their fate. The "Lacrimosa" (tearful) nature of the melody reflects the tragedy of the battle—each strike is a sacrifice, each fallen knight a lost star. The "March" begins
Against this tide stands a lone, elite vanguard: the (The Warriors). It is a prayer for the strength to
The world is draped in a bruised, violet sky. On the horizon, the forces of the "Cisum" (the darkness/adversity mentioned in the lyrics) gather like a rising tide of shadow. They are the heralds of the end, sworn to extinguish the last flicker of light. They are outnumbered, yet they fight with the
The song ends not with a victory parade, but with a lingering, haunting echo—the sound of the "Spiritus" (spirit) ascending, leaving the battlefield silent, sacred, and forever changed.
They do not wear the rusted iron of mortal men, but armor forged from conviction and "Aeterna" (eternity). As the drums of war begin to beat—the rhythmic pulse of the song's opening—the knights draw their blades. They are the "Templars of the Spirit," guardians of a forgotten sacred flame.