Weep for the vanquisher
Who dares not to look at himself
Reflecting from the bottom
Where the blood stands still
In the chasm of shattered bones

Woe to the wanderer
Unable to halt
Endlessly craving to conquer
Far reaches of his own solitude

Mourn the tyrant
Sadistic in his supremacy
His sword does not burden
Nor does it falter
When the judgement of steel is the law