The dream is part of life

It is not you, I am alone, but

You are the one who echoes again in

The chimes of a crumbling sword

Or in the cheer of the crowd

Or in the deserted cry of death

And I lost my

Shield, my armor was broken, I

Remember again in agony that

Everything is lost - directions, identity, coil, armor

But I am still, I am at war,

Therefore, the sword is broken, the horse is wounded, the

Fog-drenched the directions

Who is the enemy, who is his people, everything is foggy,

But the resolve of the war is still

Yours... Because the dream is still there!