Silent as a dead leaf transported by the wind, they do nearby him to you. In you look for concentric, they discolor their coils how snakes from the eyes injected of blood. As the cold blade of a knife in the alive meat they draw the life and they nourish. Death's eaters they don't stop never to have hunger they rejoyce of the pain and of the suffering They nourishes of the cries of a baby that cries and they smile. Death's eaters are anywhere and everywhere their laughter it gets up where blood dyes the ground. Death's eaters they shout liberty but they bring the oppression they shout faith but they bring death They don't think about the death them creatures without heart but they leave anywhere traces of theirs revenge Let's stop them This image, and these words of mine are my cry of pain toward the implacability. the violence and the terror that ately has dyed of black our history. Innocent children, whose faces there were not trace of sin yet have lost the life for maddish and senseless ideologies. I cannot be believed that the held man the most intelligent kind of the planet is able of similar things. Yet death's eaters these beings ugly and fierce, they are among us and they nourish him of our pain. In name of a cause that doesn't have name, of it a God. We have to stop them now leaving space to more pleasant things I would like to my name and of Malefic to thank all the people that are had a good time with the contest "