I used to be the epitome of strength To fight my battles I’d go to any length I was an army, mighty and fearless But too many lost battles have left me hopeless
When everyone wants to plunder your city Maybe it’s time to let it crumble Yes, we’d call it a pity But perhaps we need it to be humble
Our forces have been halved And in our faces enemies laugh Our sources have been depleted Soldier after soldier has fled
The army that was full of strength I’m afraid has reached its length At this hour I wonder such How much loss is too much?
I gave too much during the battles, now it appears I'm going to lose the war. I. don't know how to be okay. Wherever I go, destruction follows.