voco ad bellum

call to war

nos cornu eam

we will wing it

ad victorem spolias

To the victor go the spoils

Epistula ad Ephesios

Ephesians

ad luna et retro

to the moon and back

ad astra per aspera

to reach the stars by a hard way

ad finem esto fidelis

be faithful to the end

Damnatio ad furcam

Hanging

phormio ancillas e emisit cubiculo et servos ad se vocavit

Phormio gave up his room and called to the slave-girls and slaves

phormio ancillas e emisit cubiculo et servos ad se vocavit

Phormio the female servants, he gave up his room and called to him

Nihil est praedestinatus: praeterita possunt impedimenta quae ducunt ad portas novae origine.

Nothing is predestined: The obstacles of your past can become the gateways that lead to new beginnings.

Mortuus glacialis hiemps Premi digitos auras. Horret ad huc remanet Lignum sterilis peperit. Lacrimas pia nubila Plausu in blacktop Enim hyemali discooperiens nemorosus Et vivificans novarum frugum. Tristia, nitida stella grin Qui vitam prótulit. Uti librat nos eius Quasi calore ferro. Mollia innocens Oscula labris Corrupti folia autumno carebitis ventum, Cum hiems occidit dolemus. Nunc glacialis digitis Mortuorum sunt in eo clawing cor. Nunc glacialis digitis Mortuorum sunt sine laniata

Dead, icy fingers Caress the winter air. Shivers still linger, On trees barren, bare. The loving tears of clouds Applause on the blacktop, For uncovering winter's shroud, And giving life to new crops. The cruel, shining grin Of a star, who gave us life. She aims to wear us in, The heat is like a knife. Her soft, innocent kiss On the lips of fallen leaves, The autumn wind we'll miss, When winter kills, we grieve. Now the dead, icy fingers, They're clawing at its heart. Now the dead, icy fingers, They're tearing it apart.

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