… I
never chose my destiny nor this battle
If
there is an option of escape, I would grab the next exit
I really
wish I could flee from this battlefield
But
fate and destiny choose my path before I was born
The
battle line was drawn ever before my innocence
I
thought time will subdue it but it only postponed it
My predecessors
and fellow combats have been slaughtered on all fronts and their blood wasted
Many predecessors
and fellow combats have already been lost on this battlefield.
The field
is wet with the blood of fellow combats and predecessors.
What
will be the end of the battle I cannot tell, but I will fight
Even if
I be lost in this battle, I will fight
I will
rise and fight, I will dare the enemy
I will
long for the cherished trophy and crown, I will wage in this war.
And if
fate should choose that I be lost in the battle without wearing the crown and
receiving the trophy,
Whether
my blood will be spilled on this field or whether I will cross over to win this
trophy I cannot tell
I know my
Spirit will rest in the comfort that I fought
I either
fight and die or run and die, either ways I would be gone someday.
If the
trophy I win, then the blood of my predecessors and fellow combats is not in
vain
To the
fellow combats I have lost, to the trophy we pursue and to the grounds we have
lost,
I wish
we could all fight together, but the divide and break rule attack get so much
to us that the enemies has conquered us individually,
If I
have but a combat left we could have fought together but on this day I enter
the frail all alone
Now I
see the crown, our priced trophy in distance guarded vehemently by the enemies.
Either
I drop like my fellow combats or I should win the trophy either way I would go
on and fight before my time is over.
And
when my epitaph is cast, the phrase ‘here lived a man that fought’ would be
engraved on it.
Or how
will I wear this crown and win this trophy, if I not but fight?