This warmongering is tearing me apart.
My body have endured so much pain
My soul will splitter by a single blow of the wind,
shatter into pieces of my former self.
I cannot withstand more of this agony in which I feel.
All that once were is soon to be lost.
All that will be is eternal and fatal.
The splinter of my soul will wound others,
but in time will their wounds be healed, purified.
My wounds are greater, deeper.
Brake my body, take my limbs
but it is my soul, which is lost and fragile.
Make these words my last.
Make this will my own.
For time consumes everything,
and time does not wait.