My sight is a blurred skyline
The blue stream its head inclines


Doubt's river-like
Made with cold blood
My will's the !@()

That stops the flood
When anguish grows
It overflows so slow


When I have just done my best
I say: Alea jacta est

I've made up my mind
With my troops behind
The eagles are shadowing the west!


I see the river
And know I have to cross


Waters carries past with them
Never coming back yet


A bitter stone like round distress
Suddenly I take and toss


Gushes flow with scum light red
Omen of a fast end


When I have just done my best
I say: Alea jacta est

I've made up my mind
With my troops behind
The eagles are shadowing the west!


Doubt!
After reflecting I shout:

Eagles of the war, march on!
Water hasn't got return when it is gone