Knights of Tezoth

— While the path is not complete, counting steps is meaningless

The horizon is always deceiving to the eye

Perhaps tomorrow the wheel of fortune will turn again

And our horses will trample the North into dust

And we will crown our spears with the heads of Sithea's wicked children

And the day after, it will all begin anew

Perhaps the weak will become strong, the strong — weak

None of the mortals can escape the chains

Of blind fate. The future is hazy, the past is hidden

What could have been shall never be.

To be ashamed of feelings is fit only for serfs

Far more terrible is the emptiness in the soul

If life is short and holds no constancy

Only the wild impulses of the spirit will affirm

Our existence. What need have we of the sweetness of wine

And the gleam of fair eyes, and the light of the sun

And the spires of stone-hard palaces, when there remains

No living soul — it matters not

Whether in sorrow or in joy. While living thought

Has not abandoned the world, we may assert

That our lives were not in vain, though now

The burden of existence may seem meaningless,

Whose reflection, alas, I behold

In the depths of fair eyes

Perhaps the cup of woe is yet to be drained

But there is no question of to be or not to be

In faithful service to you, while the heart beats

I gladly greet the new dawn