I danced alone on the dead empty field,
My army down below my dirty feet,
As I knew I had met my painful yield,
And I have arrived at my dear defeat.
For this war has brought me too much longing,
And I am no longer happy here now.
I thought I could take greatness with a ring,
But now my only question is now how?
But once, I was brave like Icarus was
And I longed to reach the sun as he once did.
To be aristos achaion was cause,
But instead, I chose to gamble and bid.
Now, I see I shall never be the best,
And now I can finally lay to rest.