The golds fell down from my tattered bag
The diamonds rolled down from my empty pocket
The irons teared down from my neck-socket
Nothing remains but my soul-I lament

Now I am a barren field -a deserted field
Nothing grows here-no war is shedding blood forever
I am striving for my home-sweet home
where my friends are no more
as they returned to Hades
Or Heaven-I don't know.

The remnants are the souls I am bearing down
Down to earth-deep into the soil
My laments grow and boil.
I don't know where I am going.

Do you think its a journey?perhaps not
Its a circle where everybody is knot
with his or her wisdom



I dost that-I took part in the war
But nothing remains here but the lament
And the souls I am taking to send
To somewhere-I don't know