Every moment i try to simplify my actions,
some go deeper through my eyes and also sinked in my brain,
am doing things all in vain,
uncertainity has befallen through my path ...
DEAD, with their eyes to the foe,
Dead, with the foe at their feet;
Under the sky laid low
Truly their slumber is sweet,
Though the wind from the Camp of the
Slain Men blow,
And the rain on the wilderness beat.