As we stood in the line
Hearts beating
Faster and faster
The enemies we have watched for long but with fear
The field shaking heavily
Boots matching and the weight of battle pressed on the ground
We had waited for this day and prepared hard
It has come but the fear gripping
Now, a commander am i
The field is clear
The battle is ended
We are fallen
Fallen are we
It is ended.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem