It is now that we feel the uselessness of our effort
It is now that our moral fades and retreats away
It is now that we wrap ourselves in memories
It is now that we surrender and lose our pride and names

This is the defeat of hope and optimism
This is the cutting down of what was good
This is what happens when one faces a legion
This is the doubt of what was and what should

And so the land is barren and we walk barefoot
And the sun roasts us alive and we drink our tears, our blood
And so the people who did win are happy and rejoice
And so the people who did win have found riches and love

We are the defeated who surrendered in the end
We who realized that, no, we really can't.
We are the defeated who surrendered to reality
And so the winners may laugh whilst our feet burn on sand.