Lithe,
Your cloudy sky diminishes the moon.
A flicker of accuracy crosses the night,
Piercing the heart too soon.
The pact is broken.
The war goes on.
Surrender lies lifeless
On the blood-stained skin.
Your weapons are great,
Your warriors are strong,
On them you place an infinite trust.
Fanfare of trumpets,
Revelry and merry-making.
Victory is welcomed
Yet death is eminent.
Your dear king breathes his last breath
And falls wordlessly into the abyss.
The dawn of a new age arrives.