Excitement knows the certain men
Who enlighten the few in this prophetic time,
Mighty soldiers march frowning
And bound to carts and horses
So daring and complete,
Like the offerings to the strange gods.
My opinions are like facts
Of the various levels of strategy,
Open to doors of feats and arms
Made by the producers,
As excitement grows and enters
The net we have sought.
In a new place one has emotion,
Returning sounds are the sons,
And they are massive like titans,
Few have been slain as their entire
Realm is of madness and rule,
Little is my world so like the being.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem