OLD WARS
All those victories that I never reached
All these wounds of grief that don’t heal
But I have to honor
All these scars of my choices
If I don’t want to get overwhelmed
By all these ghosts and demons
Of my forgotten ruins
Mesmerized by eyes
Where I could find whole kingdoms
Bewitched by a gorgeous pale skin
But however how tempting
Those divine breasts may be
My sense of life still riding apart
On a blackened nebulous horse
But I am still bound to the beast
Which has teeth as I have fears
Its ivory horns bending high
As the morbid towers of Hel
The legion of doubts
Reached the battlefield
But I remain stalwart in forefront
Also if I’ll never be
The emperor of all this warfare
I will survive in blood
With a pile of my enemies‘ corpses
Under my feet and their
Disembodied heads in my hands
Tell me with the tongue of truth
The number of slaves that we need
To carry all those victims home
Over the sea of agony
